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 we're and we're choosers.
We're skirting the edges
Of the demographic.
We're on the guestlist,
But we're stuck in traffic.

We've our close associates
Up and play parts;
They're up the it girls,
And tearing up the charts,
we were 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 romantic poets,
And the only one among us
Who is going to make it.
We planned a
a cheap Southampton bistro.
I don't remember
But there English boys with banjos.

Jay is our St George, and he's standing on a chair,
And he sings songs and he slays dragons, and losing all his hair.
Adam is the resurrected spirit of Gram Parsons, In plaid instead of rhinestone and living in London.
And no one's really about Tommy's job description,
But it's pretty 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 when the fades.

I am sick and tired of
Who are on the B-list.
waiting to be famous
And they're wondering why do this.

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

is about love, last minutes and lost evenings,
About fire in our bellies and furtive feelings,
And the amplitudes that set our needles all a-flickering,
And help us with remembering that the only 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 another in at the bar.