Luyện nghe bài hát I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous

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

We've our close associates
Up and play their
chatting 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, the almost famous
Old of the stars.

is the last
Of the romantic poets,
And he's the only one us
Who is ever to make it.
We a revolution
From a cheap bistro.
I don't remember
But were English boys with banjos.

Jay is our St George, and he's on a wooden chair,
And he sings and he slays dragons, and he's losing all his hair.
is the resurrected spirit 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 pretty clear he's vital to the damn operation.
Dave Danger smiles at strangers, Tre's the girl I know,
Zo and will skamper up to victory in the city we call home.

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

I am sick and tired of
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 got the microphone here so just remember this:

is about 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 help us with remembering 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.