Luyện nghe bài hát Open Letter to the Prime Minister (Previously Unreleased)

8 1998
mr prime minister,
to be honest, im kind of disgusted with the of this country and i am
holding you responsible.
ive got no diseases, no birthmarks, im not black, im not female,
sure im jewish, but im a straight white male, and i still cant
understand why there is even a feather for me to ruffle.
mr minister, im queasy every time i read the newspaper.
i read about the new flag the is demanding and whether our emblem
should contain a cross or not and i cant believe its even worth
the discussion. i want to see a giant penis on our flag. i it made of
velvet and in glitter.
i want a that is worthy of a solid burning.
i want to know why isnt our prime a homosexual? i was personally
more interested in whether or not paul keating the queens arse
any of the issues that you seem to be tackling. mr prime minster, why
do you always wear and grey? are you hiding something? are you
of us?
i still believe there is a feather left for me to ruffle.
i want to know why there are american accents all my television set.
as far as im concerned, is a german philosopher. why do all
australian rock musicians sing in american why are there no
australian rock
mr prime minister, why doesnt australia a black panther party?
is our bob dylan?
where is our andy
why do you make me sound like a third rate allen
dont me.
what do you know about anyway.
why dont we learn anything in school? that was a sweeping
but i just finished twelve years of it and i know how to
spell your name but be bothered to write it down.
why am i so of where i am from? i sit up all night watching
infomercials and sessions and i cannot think of one reason
to travel to canberra. i am waiting for you to wear pink. mr
minister, when are you going to me a fucking break?
i want to see you in spastic glee outside an islamic shrine, or
hard copy footage of you caught doing naughty in kings cross, and i
want to say i knew it away!
why do you me?
every time i walk out the door, i think you have sent men to watch
me in unmarked cars. and i havent even anything. yet.
mr prime minister, im as as you are.
get me some glamour, mr prime minister, escapism. i want to know why
we still havent settled the aboriginal land right issue. ill up my
house right now, if you will put an end to this. we all this isnt
really our home. stop kidding around.
mr prime minister, mr is tired. i havent slept for five days, ive
been up for reruns of good morning america and i think you have
about me.
when did we a colony?
mr minister, im restless.
mr prime minister, i dont like the state we are in, and im you
responsible.
friend,
benjamin lee