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 people on your stoop every night?

Bohemia,
A in your head
is Calcutta
Bohemia is

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

In little 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, something out of nothing
The to express, to communicate
To going the grain, going insane, going mad

To tension, no pension, to more than one dimension
To starving for 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 an us' for once
Instead of a
La vie
La vie

Hey mister, my sister

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

Ew
It tastes the
If you your eyes

An' orders of fries
Is that in
and beer!

To hand beers made in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to and beans and cheese
To leather, to dildos to curry
To huevos and Maya Angelou

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

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

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

Why Dorothy and Toto went over the
To blow off Em
La vie

We're

Brothers!

Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee
wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein
Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Burana

To apathy, to entropy, to empathy,
Havel, The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To no never playing 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 commence following dinner
Maureen Johnson, just from her spectacular one-night engagement
At The Street Lot
perform Native American tribal chants, backwards
Through her vocoder, while herself on the electric cello
Which she never studied

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

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

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

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

And Collins will his exploits as an anarchist
Including the of his successful reprogramming
Of the M.I.T. virtual equipment
To self-destruct as it broadcast the
reality, act up, fight AIDS

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

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

Life's too short, babe is flying
I'm looking for baggage that goes mine

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

AZT

Me,