Luyện nghe bài hát La Vie Boheme B

Who
Our

You fun, yet I'm the one
Attempting to do good
Or do you want a neighborhood
Where people piss on your stoop every

Bohemia,
A in your head
is Calcutta
Bohemia is

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

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

La vie
La vie
La vie
La vie

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

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

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

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

Hey mister, my sister

So that's five soup
seaweed salad
Three soy burger
Two tofu dog
And one with meatless balls?

Ew
It tastes the
If you your eyes

An' thirteen of fries
Is that in
and beer!

To hand crafted beers in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to and beans and cheese
To leather, to to curry vindaloo
To rancheros and Maya Angelou

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

Compassion, to fashion, to passion when 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 went over the rainbow
To off auntie Em
La vie

close

Brothers!

Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee
German wine, turpentine, Gertrude
Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Carmina

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

To sodomy, it's god and me
To S&M
Waiter, waiter,
La vie

In honor of the of Bohemia
An impromptu salon will commence immediately following
Maureen Johnson, back from her spectacular one-night engagement
At The Street Lot
Will perform American tribal chants, backwards
her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello
Which she ain't never

And Cohen will preview his new documentary
his inability to hold an erection on the high holy days

And Mimi Marquez, clad in bubble wrap
Will perform her famous chair handcuff dance
To the sounds of tea being stirred

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

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

And Collins recount his exploits as an anarchist
Including the of his successful reprogramming
Of the M.I.T. reality equipment
To self-destruct as it the words
Actual reality, act up, fight

me, did I do something wrong?
I get invited, then ignored all long

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

Life's too short, time is flying
I'm looking for baggage that goes mine

I tell you
I've got too
I should you
Baggage, and beer

AZT

Me,