Luyện nghe bài hát I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous

Let's at the beginning:
lovers and we're losers,
We're heroes and pioneers,
And beggars 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 close
Up and play their
They're up the it girls,
And they're up the charts,
we were paying with coppers
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 one among us
Who is ever going to it.
We a revolution
From a cheap bistro.
I don't details
But were English boys with banjos.

Jay is our St George, and he's on a wooden chair,
And he sings songs and he slays dragons, and losing all his hair.
Adam is the resurrected spirit of Parsons, In plaid 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 vital to the damn operation.
Dave Danger at strangers, Tre's the safest girl I know,
Zo and Harps will skamper up to victory in the 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.
waiting to be famous
And wondering 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 about love, last and lost evenings,
About in our bellies and furtive little feelings,
And the aching that set our needles all a-flickering,
And help us 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.