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.
almost on the guestlist,
But we're always in traffic.

watched our close associates
Up and play parts;
chatting up the it girls,
And tearing 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.

Justin is the
Of the great poets,
And he's the only one us
Who is going to make it.
We a revolution
a cheap Southampton bistro.
I remember details
But there English boys with banjos.

Jay is our St George, and he's standing on a chair,
And he songs and he slays dragons, and he's losing all his hair.
Adam is the resurrected spirit of Gram Parsons, In instead of rhinestone and living in South London.
And no one's really clear Tommy's job description,
But it's pretty clear vital to the whole damn operation.
Danger smiles 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 remain when the glory fades.

I am and tired of people
Who are on the B-list.
They're waiting to be
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 here so just this:

is about love, last minutes and lost evenings,
About fire in our bellies and little feelings,
And the amplitudes that set our needles 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 that's to do
Is get round in at the bar.