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 a neighborhood
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)
she lies
(Kyrie eleison)
(Yitgadal v'yitkadash)
No one her worth
The late great daughter of Earth
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, hooky, making something out of nothing
The to express, to communicate
To going against the grain, going insane, 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 past the three piece suits
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 five soup
Four seaweed
Three soy burger
Two dog platter
And one with meatless balls?

Ew
It tastes the
If you close your

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

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

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

Compassion, to fashion, to when it's new
To Sontag, to Sondheim, to taboo

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

Why Dorothy and Toto went over the
To blow off 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 shame never 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 commence immediately following
Maureen Johnson, just back from her one-night engagement
At The Eleventh Lot
Will perform Native tribal chants, backwards
Through her vocoder, while accompanying on the electric cello
Which she ain't never

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

AZT

Me,