Luyện nghe bài hát Bertie's Brochures

August the 20th: Yes, folks, it's another cold, clammy day in England. A large crowd has gathered around the police station. Everybody--EVERYBODY--wishes to have contact with a certain little Irish writer within. Not to discuss his works, though the works are known to them; they've been published in the tabloid papers by the police under the heading "Barbaric Butcher's Brochures". No, they want to tear his very from his body, for what it is alleged he did in the way of mortal damage to two soldiers in a nearby public lavatory. The night draws in. Nobody would say a word about him, except a fool like me [(and his skin)].

In rainy in the 50's
There outside a farmhouse door
A small Bertie, playing at trenches,
asks, "Daddy, what's the for?"
He said, "The torch will cut the to turn them into sculpture
so I can express what I feel. The men may laugh,
the farmers me, but I do for myself. So should you."

Come look at brochures
be enchanted, I am sure
The whole world's in brochures:
All the wisdom, the smiles of friends

freakshow Britain, through the Eighties
Bertie works in labs, though his father's still endure
only at night does he do his real work
Learning, his brochures...

for he still believes everyone's a poet
and all he has to do is to set it down
and so the milkman,
the waitress and the into immortal ART!!

Now they're laughing at Bertie's
Detectives with and skewers
They see in Bertie's brochures:
Their own hatred of all races and their fear

Don't at Bertie's brochures
He not if they were yours
So what if your is there?
Bertie's an artist, so why he care?
It's the north European experience