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 every night?

Bohemia,
A in your head
is Calcutta
Bohemia is

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

In that little town of
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 against the grain, going insane, going mad

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

To riding your bike midday past the 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, she's my

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

Ew
It tastes the
If you your eyes

An' orders of fries
Is that in
and beer!

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

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

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 Toto over the rainbow
To blow off Em
La vie

We're

Brothers!

Bisexuals, trisexuals, sapiens
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee
wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein
Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Burana

To apathy, to entropy, to empathy,
Havel, The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To no shame playing the fame game
To

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

In honor of the death of
An impromptu salon will immediately following dinner
Maureen Johnson, just back from her spectacular engagement
At The Eleventh Lot
Will Native American tribal chants, backwards
Through her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric
Which she ain't studied

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

And Mimi Marquez, only in bubble wrap
Will perform her famous lawn handcuff 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 model the latest fall fashions from Paris
While accompanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic tub

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

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

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

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

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

AZT

Me,