Luyện nghe bài hát I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous

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

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

is the last
Of the romantic poets,
And he's the one among us
Who is ever going to it.
We a revolution
From a cheap bistro.
I remember details
But there were boys with banjos.

Jay is our St George, and he's on a wooden chair,
And he sings songs and he slays dragons, and he's all his hair.
Adam is the resurrected of Gram Parsons, In plaid instead of rhinestone and living in South London.
And no one's really clear about job description,
But it's pretty clear he's vital to the whole operation.
Dave smiles at strangers, Tre's the safest girl I know,
Zo and will skamper 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 tired of
Who are on the B-list.
They're to be famous
And they're wondering why 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 love, last minutes and lost evenings,
About fire in our and furtive little feelings,
And the aching amplitudes that set our all a-flickering,
And help us with that the only thing that's left to do is live.

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