Luyện nghe bài hát I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous

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

watched our close associates
Up and play parts;
chatting up the it girls,
And tearing up the charts,
While we were paying coppers
To get our in at the bar.
We're the C-Team, we're the famous
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 remember details
But there were English 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.
Adam is the resurrected spirit of Gram Parsons, In instead of rhinestone and living in South London.
And no one's really about Tommy's job description,
But it's pretty clear he's to the whole damn operation.
Dave Danger smiles at strangers, the safest girl I know,
Zo and Harps will skamper up to in the city we call home.

We change our ways, we will proud remain when the glory fades.

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

And I I'm not the one who is habitually optimistic,
But I'm the one who's got the microphone so just remember this:

Life is about love, last minutes and evenings,
About fire in our and furtive 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.

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