Luyện nghe bài hát La Vie Boheme B

Who
Our

You fun, yet I'm the one
to do some good
Or do you really want a
Where people piss on stoop every night?

Bohemia,
A fallacy in head
This is
Bohemia is

beloved
We gather to say our goodbyes
(Dies irae, illa)
she lies
(Kyrie eleison)
(Yitgadal v'yitkadash)
No one knew her
The late great daughter of Mother
On these nights when we the birth

In that little of Bethlehem
We our glass, you bet your ass to
La vie

La vie
La vie
La vie
La vie

To days of inspiration, hooky, making something out of nothing
The need to express, to
To going against the grain, going insane, mad

To loving tension, no pension, to more one dimension
To starving for attention hating convention, pretension
Not to mention of course hating old mom and dad

To riding your bike midday past the three suits
To fruits, to no
To Absolut, to choice, to the Voice
To any fad

To being an us' for
of a them'
La vie
La vie

Hey mister, she's my

So that's five miso
Four salad
Three soy burger
Two tofu dog
And one pasta with meatless

Ew
It the same
If you your eyes

An' orders of fries
Is in here?
and beer!

To hand crafted beers made in local
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and
To leather, to dildos to curry
To rancheros and Maya Angelou

Emotion, devotion, to a commotion
Creation, vacation, masturbation

Compassion, to fashion, to passion it's new
To Sontag, to Sondheim, to taboo

Ginsberg, Dylan, and Cage
Lenny Bruce, Langston Hughes, to the
To Uta, to Buddha, Neruda, too

Why Dorothy and Toto over the rainbow
To blow off Em
La vie

We're

Brothers!

Bisexuals, trisexuals, sapiens
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee
German wine, turpentine, Stein
Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Carmina

To apathy, to entropy, to empathy,
Havel, The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To no never playing the fame game
To

To sodomy, between god and me
To S&M
Waiter, waiter,
La vie

In honor of the of Bohemia
An impromptu will commence immediately following dinner
Maureen Johnson, just back her spectacular one-night engagement
At The Street Lot
Will perform Native American tribal chants,
Through her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the cello
Which she ain't studied

And Mark Cohen preview his new documentary
About his inability to hold an erection on the holy days

And Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap
Will perform her famous lawn chair dance
To the sounds of iced tea being

And Roger attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song
That doesn't remind us of Musetta's

Angel Dumott Schunard will model the fall fashions from Paris
While accompanying herself on the 10 plastic pickle tub

And Collins will his exploits as an anarchist
Including the tale of his reprogramming
Of the M.I.T. reality equipment
To self-destruct as it broadcast the
Actual reality, act up, AIDS

Excuse me, did I do something
I get invited, then all night long

I've trying, I'm not lying
No perfect, I've got baggage

Life's too short, babe time is
I'm looking for baggage that goes with

I should you
I've got too
I should you
Baggage, wine and

AZT

Me,