Luyện nghe bài hát I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous

Let's at the beginning:
We're lovers and losers,
heroes and we're pioneers,
And we're and we're choosers.
We're round the edges
Of the demographic.
almost on the guestlist,
But always stuck in traffic.

We've watched our associates
Up and play their
chatting up the it girls,
And they're up the charts,
While we paying with coppers
To get our in at the bar.
We're the C-Team, we're the almost
Old of the stars.

is the last
Of the romantic poets,
And he's the one among us
Who is going to make it.
We a revolution
From a cheap bistro.
I don't details
But there were boys with banjos.

Jay is our St George, and he's on a wooden chair,
And he sings songs and he slays dragons, and he's all his hair.
Adam is the spirit of Gram Parsons, In plaid instead of rhinestone and living in South London.
And no one's really clear about job description,
But pretty clear he's vital to the whole damn operation.
Dave Danger smiles at strangers, the safest girl I know,
Zo and will skamper up to victory in the city we call home.

We won't change our ways, we will remain when the glory fades.

I am sick and tired of
Who are on the B-list.
They're to be famous
And wondering why they do this.

And I know I'm not the one who is optimistic,
But I'm the one who's got the microphone here so just remember

is about love, last minutes and lost evenings,
About fire in our bellies and little feelings,
And the aching amplitudes that set our all a-flickering,
And help us with remembering that the only thing left to do is live.

After all the and the losing,
For the and the pioneers,
The thing that's left to do
Is get round in at the bar.