Luyện nghe bài hát La Vie Boheme B

Who
Our

You fun, yet I'm the one
to do some good
Or do you want a neighborhood
Where people piss on stoop every night?

Bohemia,
A fallacy in your
is Calcutta
Bohemia is

beloved
We here to say our goodbyes
(Dies irae, illa)
she lies
(Kyrie eleison)
(Yitgadal v'yitkadash)
No one her worth
The great daughter of Mother Earth
On these when 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, playing hooky, making something out of
The need to express, to
To going against the grain, insane, going mad

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

To riding your bike midday 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, she's my

So five miso soup
seaweed salad
Three soy dinner
Two tofu dog
And one pasta with balls?

Ew
It the same
If you close your

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 rancheros and Angelou

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

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

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

Why and Toto 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, Carmina

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 of Bohemia
An impromptu 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, while accompanying herself on the cello
Which she ain't studied

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

And Mimi Marquez, only in bubble wrap
Will perform her famous lawn handcuff dance
To the sounds of iced tea stirred

And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, song
That remind us of Musetta's Waltz

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

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

me, did I do something wrong?
I get invited, then ignored all long

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

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

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

AZT

Me,