Luyện nghe bài hát I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous

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

watched our close associates
Up and their parts;
They're up the it girls,
And they're up the charts,
While we were with 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 great poets,
And he's the one among us
Who is ever to make it.
We planned a
From a cheap 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 dragons, and he's losing all his hair.
Adam is the resurrected of Gram Parsons, In plaid instead of rhinestone and living in South London.
And no really clear about Tommy's job description,
But it's clear he's vital to the whole damn operation.
Dave Danger at strangers, Tre's the safest girl I know,
Zo and Harps will up to victory in the city 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 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 here so just remember

Life is love, last minutes and lost evenings,
About fire in our bellies and furtive 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 thing that's left to do
Is get another in at the bar.