Luyện nghe bài hát La Vie Boheme B

Who
Our

You fun, yet I'm the one
Attempting to do good
Or do you really want a
Where people on your stoop every night?

Bohemia,
A fallacy in head
This is
Bohemia is

beloved
We gather here to say our
(Dies irae, illa)
she lies
(Kyrie eleison)
(Yitgadal v'yitkadash)
No one her worth
The late daughter of Mother Earth
On these nights we celebrate the birth

In little 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 out of nothing
The need to express, to
To against the grain, going insane, going mad

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

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

To an us' for once
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 tastes the
If you close your

An' orders of fries
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 vindaloo
To huevos rancheros and Maya

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

Compassion, to fashion, to passion it's new
To Sontag, to Sondheim, to taboo

Ginsberg, Dylan, and Cage
Lenny Bruce, 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, Gertrude
Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Carmina

To apathy, to entropy, to empathy,
Havel, The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To no shame never the fame game
To

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

In honor of the death of
An impromptu will commence immediately following dinner
Maureen Johnson, just back from her one-night engagement
At The Eleventh Lot
Will Native American tribal chants, backwards
Through her vocoder, while herself on the electric cello
Which she never studied

And Mark Cohen preview his new documentary
About his inability to an erection on the high holy days

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

And Roger will attempt to a bittersweet, evocative song
That 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 recount his as an anarchist
Including the tale of his successful
Of the M.I.T. virtual equipment
To self-destruct as it broadcast the
Actual reality, act up, AIDS

Excuse me, did I do wrong?
I get invited, ignored all night long

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

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

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

AZT

Me,