Luyện nghe bài hát I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous

Let's begin at the
We're lovers and losers,
We're and we're pioneers,
And we're beggars and choosers.
We're skirting the edges
Of the demographic.
almost on the guestlist,
But we're stuck in traffic.

We've watched our associates
Up and play parts;
They're up the it girls,
And tearing up the charts,
While we paying with coppers
To get our in at the bar.
We're the C-Team, we're the famous
Old of the stars.

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

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

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

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

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

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