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 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 head 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 Ireland in the 50's
There outside a pink farmhouse
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 I feel. The college men may laugh,
the farmers me, but I do for myself. So should you."

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

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

for he still believes that everyone's a
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 things in Bertie's
own hatred of all other races and their fear

Don't laugh at brochures
He would not if were yours
So if your enemy is there?
an artist, so why should he care?
It's the north European peasant