Luyện nghe bài hát I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous

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

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

Justin is the
Of the great poets,
And he's the only one us
Who is ever going to it.
We planned a
From a cheap bistro.
I don't remember
But there were boys with banjos.

Jay is our St George, and he's standing on a chair,
And he sings songs and he 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 about Tommy's job description,
But it's pretty clear he's vital to the damn operation.
Dave Danger smiles at strangers, Tre's the safest I know,
Zo and Harps will 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 of people
Who are on the B-list.
They're to be famous
And they're why they do this.

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

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

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