Luyện nghe bài hát La Vie Boheme B

Who
Our

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

Bohemia,
A fallacy in your
This is
Bohemia is

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

In that town 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 out of nothing
The need to express, to
To going against the grain, insane, going mad

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

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

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

Hey mister, my sister

So that's miso soup
seaweed salad
Three soy burger
Two dog platter
And one pasta meatless balls?

Ew
It tastes the
If you your eyes

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

To hand crafted beers made in local
To yoga, to yogurt, to and beans and cheese
To leather, to dildos to 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 and Toto 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, Burana

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Collins recount his exploits as an anarchist
Including the tale of his reprogramming
Of the M.I.T. virtual equipment
To as it broadcast the words
Actual reality, act up, fight

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

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

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

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

AZT

Me,