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 a neighborhood
Where people piss on your stoop every

Bohemia,
A fallacy in head
is Calcutta
Bohemia is

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

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

La vie
La vie
La vie
La vie

To days of inspiration, playing hooky, making something out of
The need to express, to
To going against the grain, going insane, mad

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

To riding your bike midday past the three piece
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 miso soup
seaweed salad
Three soy dinner
Two tofu dog
And one pasta meatless balls?

Ew
It tastes the
If you your eyes

An' thirteen orders of
Is that in
and beer!

To hand beers made in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and
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 anything

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

We're

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

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

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

And Mimi Marquez, only in bubble wrap
perform her famous lawn chair handcuff dance
To the sounds of iced tea stirred

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

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

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

Excuse me, did I do wrong?
I get invited, ignored all night long

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

Life's too short, babe is flying
I'm looking for that goes with mine

I should you
got baggage too
I tell you
Baggage, and beer

AZT

Me,