Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the line of
Every time I my pen
Upon the and form the words
I felt but couldn't show 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 and rhyme and reason
Do I for them or me?
I believe there is some
In for one's self
But why before the public
is best left on the shelf?
Though while I I do not feel that
I pen is mine alone,
Even could be misguided
As are I have known
Who swore, poor souls, that possessed
The key to mysterious fate,
in convincing some,
But most tell they did but prate
On touching something vague
Which be unproven, or,
In place of content, speak in
Yet know not whom speaking for.
No, I am not so;
I do not I represent
force divine, but still I know
That I shall be content
To my tongue when I would speak
Or change my words to the hour
Or pinch a blush upon my
To feign my joy at love sour.
I do not wish to
The that others place in me
To the way to brighter days,
But sometimes is all I see.
I for good, I toil for hope,
No one can my intent
But those who listen close
Can often mistake I meant.
My fear, come to realize,
Is mainly that I am wrong,
That my is askew,
That I write shyte and it song.
Perhaps I'll always thus,
my merits, thoughts, and deeds
'Tis well, long as I go forth
And see this, my vision, leads.
Strong is she who her mind
And speaks it she may not please.
the audience
That hears honest thoughts as these.