Luyện nghe bài hát I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous

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

We've our close associates
Up and their parts;
They're 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.

Justin is the
Of the great poets,
And the only one among us
Who is going to make it.
We a revolution
a cheap Southampton bistro.
I don't details
But there were English with banjos.

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

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

I am sick and of people
Who are on the B-list.
They're waiting to be
And they're why they 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 love, last minutes and lost evenings,
About fire in our and furtive little feelings,
And the aching amplitudes set our needles 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 left to do
Is get round in at the bar.