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 in your head
This is
is dead

beloved
We gather to say our goodbyes
(Dies irae, illa)
she lies
(Kyrie eleison)
(Yitgadal v'yitkadash)
No one her worth
The late great daughter of Mother
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 out of nothing
The to express, to communicate
To going against the grain, going insane, 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
Instead of a
La vie
La vie

Hey mister, my sister

So five miso soup
Four seaweed
Three soy burger
Two dog platter
And one pasta with balls?

Ew
It tastes the
If you your eyes

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

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

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

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

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

Why Dorothy and Toto over 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, 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 of the death of Bohemia
An impromptu salon will commence immediately dinner
Maureen Johnson, just back from her spectacular one-night
At The Street Lot
Will Native American tribal chants, backwards
her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello
Which she ain't never

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

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

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

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

And Collins will recount his as an anarchist
Including the tale of his 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 ignored all night

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

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

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

AZT

Me,