Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the of self-indulgence
time I place my pen
Upon the and form the words
I felt but couldn't show then
And to myself I beg the
Why do I thus
As one to one and to
else? If I, afraid
Of what the consequence of
my cause might be,
When I and rhyme and reason
Do I for them or me?
I believe is some merit
In creating for one's
But why place before the
What is left on the shelf?
Though I write I do not feel that
I pen is mine alone,
Even this be misguided
As are many I have
Who swore, poor souls, that they
The key to man's fate,
in convincing some,
But most could tell they did but
On touching something vague
Which be unproven, or,
In place of content, speak in
Yet know not whom they're for.
No, I am not so;
I do not I represent
force divine, but still I know
That I never be content
To hold my tongue when I speak
Or change my words to suit the
Or pinch a upon my cheek
To feign my joy at love sour.
I do not wish to
The faith that others in me
To lead the way to days,
But dark is all I see.
I work for good, I for hope,
No one can my intent
But even those who listen
Can mistake what I meant.
My fear, come to realize,
Is mainly this: I am wrong,
my perception is askew,
That I write shyte and it song.
Perhaps I'll always thus,
Discount my merits, thoughts, and
well, long as I still go forth
And see this, my vision, leads.
Strong is she who her mind
And it though she may not please.
the audience
That hears honest thoughts as these.