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 fallacy in head
This is
is dead

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

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

La vie
La vie
La vie
La vie

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

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

To your bike midday past the three piece suits
To fruits, to no
To Absolut, to choice, to the Village
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 dinner
Two tofu dog
And one with meatless balls?

Ew
It tastes the
If you close your

An' thirteen of fries
Is that in
and beer!

To hand crafted beers in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and and cheese
To leather, to dildos to vindaloo
To huevos and Maya Angelou

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

Compassion, to fashion, to passion when new
To Sontag, to Sondheim, to anything

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

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

We're

Brothers!

Bisexuals, trisexuals, sapiens
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 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, just back from her spectacular engagement
At The Street Lot
Will perform Native American tribal chants,
Through her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the 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 Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap
Will perform her lawn chair handcuff dance
To the of iced tea being stirred

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

AZT

Me,