Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the line of
time I place my pen
Upon the page and form the
I felt but show 'til then
And to myself I beg the
Why do I masquerade
As one to one and to
Someone If I, afraid
Of the consequence of stating
my cause might be,
When I rant and rhyme and
Do I for them or me?
I believe there is some
In for one's self
But why place the public
is best left on the shelf?
Though while I write I do not that
I pen is mine alone,
Even this be misguided
As are many I known
Who swore, poor souls, that possessed
The key to mysterious fate,
in convincing some,
But most could tell they did but
On subjects touching vague
cannot be unproven, or,
In of content, speak in tongues
Yet know not they're speaking for.
No, I am not so;
I do not feel I
force divine, but still I know
That I shall be content
To hold my tongue when I speak
Or change my to suit the hour
Or pinch a blush my cheek
To feign my joy at love sour.
I do not wish to
The faith others place in me
To the way to brighter days,
But dark is all I see.
I work for good, I for hope,
No one can my intent
But those who listen close
Can often mistake I meant.
My fear, I've to realize,
Is this: that I am wrong,
That my is askew,
That I shyte and call it song.
Perhaps I'll question thus,
Discount my merits, thoughts, and
'Tis well, as I still go forth
And see this, my vision, leads.
Strong is she who her mind
And it though she may not please.
Fortunate the
That hears such honest as these.