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 stoop every night?

Bohemia,
A fallacy in head
is Calcutta
Bohemia is

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

In little 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 something out of
The to express, to communicate
To going against the grain, insane, going mad

To loving tension, no pension, to more than one
To starving for attention hating convention, hating
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 Village
To any fad

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

Hey mister, my sister

So that's five miso
Four salad
Three soy dinner
Two dog platter
And one pasta with balls?

Ew
It the same
If you close your

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

To hand crafted made in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and
To leather, to dildos to curry
To huevos rancheros and Angelou

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

Compassion, to fashion, to passion it's new
To Sontag, to Sondheim, to anything

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

Why Dorothy and Toto went the rainbow
To off auntie Em
La vie

We're

Brothers!

Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee
German wine, turpentine, Stein
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 salon will commence immediately following dinner
Maureen Johnson, just back from her one-night engagement
At The Street Lot
Will perform Native American chants, backwards
Through her vocoder, accompanying herself on the electric cello
Which she never studied

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

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

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

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

And Collins will recount his as an anarchist
the tale of his successful reprogramming
Of the M.I.T. virtual reality
To as it broadcast the words
reality, act up, fight AIDS

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

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

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

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

AZT

Me,