Luyện nghe bài hát I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous

Let's at the beginning:
We're and we're losers,
We're and we're pioneers,
And beggars and we're choosers.
We're 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 tearing up the charts,
While we were paying coppers
To get our in at the bar.
We're the C-Team, the almost famous
Old of the stars.

Justin is the
Of the great poets,
And the only one among us
Who is ever to make it.
We planned a
From a Southampton bistro.
I don't details
But there were English with banjos.

Jay is our St George, and he's standing on a chair,
And he sings songs and he dragons, and he's losing all his hair.
Adam is the resurrected spirit of Gram Parsons, In plaid of rhinestone and living in South London.
And no one's clear about Tommy's job description,
But it's pretty clear he's to the whole damn operation.
Dave Danger smiles at strangers, the safest girl I know,
Zo and Harps skamper 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.
waiting to be famous
And they're 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

is about 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 help us with remembering that the only thing left to do is live.

After all the and the losing,
For the and the pioneers,
The only that's left to do
Is get another in at the bar.