Luyện nghe bài hát La Vie Boheme B

Who
Our

You fun, yet I'm the one
to do some good
Or do you really a neighborhood
Where piss on your 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 knew her
The late great of Mother Earth
On these nights when we celebrate the

In that 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 need to express, to
To going against the grain, going insane, mad

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

To riding your bike midday past the three suits
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 five miso soup
Four seaweed
soy burger dinner
Two tofu dog
And one with meatless balls?

Ew
It the same
If you close eyes

An' orders of fries
Is in here?
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 huevos and Maya Angelou

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

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

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

Why Dorothy and Toto over the rainbow
To blow off 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, it's 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 her spectacular 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 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 perform her famous lawn chair handcuff
To the of iced tea being stirred

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

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

And Collins will his exploits 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 wrong?
I get invited, ignored all night long

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

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

I tell you
I've got too
I should you
Baggage, and beer

AZT

Me,