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 your stoop every

Bohemia,
A in your head
This is
is dead

Dearly
We here to say our goodbyes
(Dies irae, illa)
Here she
(Kyrie eleison)
(Yitgadal v'yitkadash)
No one her worth
The late great of Mother Earth
On these nights we celebrate 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, making something out of
The to express, to communicate
To going against the grain, insane, going mad

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

To your bike midday past the three piece suits
To fruits, to no
To Absolut, to choice, to the Voice
To any fad

To being an us' for
of a them'
La vie
La vie

Hey mister, my sister

So five miso soup
Four salad
Three soy burger
Two tofu dog
And one pasta meatless balls?

Ew
It tastes the
If you close your

An' thirteen 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 dildos to vindaloo
To huevos rancheros and Maya

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

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

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

Why and Toto 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, Carmina

To apathy, to entropy, to empathy,
Havel, The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To no shame playing the fame game
To

To sodomy, between god and me
To S&M
Waiter, waiter,
La vie

In honor of the of Bohemia
An impromptu salon commence immediately following dinner
Maureen Johnson, back from her spectacular one-night engagement
At The Street Lot
Will perform American tribal chants, backwards
Through her vocoder, accompanying herself on the electric cello
Which she ain't studied

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

And Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble
Will her famous lawn chair handcuff dance
To the sounds of 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 fall fashions from Paris
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 self-destruct as it the words
Actual reality, act up, AIDS

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

I've been trying, I'm not
No perfect, I've got baggage

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

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

AZT

Me,