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 on your stoop every night?

Bohemia,
A in your head
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 nights when we the birth

In that town of Bethlehem
We our glass, you bet your ass to
La vie

La vie
La vie
La vie
La vie

To days of inspiration, playing hooky, something out of nothing
The need to express, to
To against the grain, going insane, going mad

To loving tension, no pension, to more one dimension
To starving for hating convention, hating pretension
Not to mention of course hating 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 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 meatless balls?

Ew
It tastes the
If you your eyes

An' thirteen orders of
Is that in
and beer!

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

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

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

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

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

We're

Brothers!

Bisexuals, trisexuals, sapiens
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 the fame game
To

To sodomy, it's god and me
To S&M
Waiter, waiter,
La vie

In honor of the of Bohemia
An impromptu salon will immediately following dinner
Maureen Johnson, just from her spectacular one-night engagement
At The Eleventh 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 preview his new
About his to hold an erection on the high holy days

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

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

Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris
While herself 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. reality equipment
To as it broadcast the words
Actual reality, act up, AIDS

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

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

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

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

AZT

Me,