Luyện nghe bài hát An Open Letter To The Prime Minister

8 1998
dear mr minister,
to be honest, im kind of disgusted with the of this country and i am
holding you responsible.
ive got no diseases, no birthmarks, im not black, im not female,
sure im jewish, but basically im a straight white male, and i cant
understand why there is even a feather for me to ruffle.
mr prime minister, im queasy every i read the newspaper.
i read about the new flag the country is and whether our emblem
should contain a southern cross or not and i believe its even worth
the discussion. i want to see a giant on our flag. i want it made of
velvet and in glitter.
i want a flag that is of a solid burning.
i want to know why isnt our prime a homosexual? i was personally
more interested in or not paul keating grabbed the queens arse
any of the issues that you seem to be tackling. mr prime minster, why
do you always wear black and grey? are you hiding are you
of us?
i still cant there is a feather left for me to ruffle.
i want to know why are american accents all over my television set.
as far as im concerned, "kant" is a philosopher. why do all
australian rock musicians sing in american why are there no
australian musicians?
mr prime minister, why doesnt have a black panther party?
is our bob dylan?
where is our andy
why do you make me sound like a third allen ginsberg?
answer me.
what do you know about anyway.
why dont we learn anything in school? perhaps was a sweeping
generalization but i just twelve years of it and i know how to
spell your name but cannot be to write it down.
why am i so of where i am from? i sit up all night watching
infomercials and parliamentary sessions and i think of one reason
to travel to canberra. i am waiting for you to pink. mr prime
minister, are you going to give me a fucking break?
i to see you dancing in spastic glee outside an islamic shrine, or
hard copy of you caught doing naughty things in kings cross, and i
want to say "i it right away!"
why do you me?
every i walk out the front door, i think you have sent men to watch
me in unmarked cars. and i havent even anything. yet.
mr minister, im as ready as you are.
get me some glamour, mr prime minister, some escapism. i to know why
we still settled the aboriginal land right issue. ill give up my
house right now, if you put an end to this. we all know this isnt
really our home. lets stop around.
mr prime minister, mr hand is tired. i havent slept for days, ive
been up for reruns of good morning america and i think you have
about me.
when did we a colony?
mr minister, im restless.
mr minister, i dont like the state we are in, and im holding you
responsible.
friend,
benjamin lee