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

8 1998
dear mr minister,
to be honest, im kind of disgusted with the state of country and i am
you directly responsible.
ive got no diseases, no birthmarks, im not black, im not female,
sure im jewish, but basically im a straight white male, and i cant
understand why there is even a left for me to ruffle.
mr prime minister, im queasy time i read the newspaper.
i read the new flag the country is demanding and whether our emblem
should contain a southern cross or not and i cant believe its even
the discussion. i want to see a penis on our flag. i want it made of
velvet and in glitter.
i a flag that is worthy of a solid burning.
i want to know why our prime minister a homosexual? i was personally
more interested in whether or not paul keating grabbed the queens
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 cant there is a feather left for me to ruffle.
i want to why there are american accents all over 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 have a panther party?
is our bob dylan?
where is our andy
why do you make me sound like a rate allen ginsberg?
dont me.
what do you about poetry anyway.
why dont we learn anything in school? perhaps that was a
generalization but i finished twelve years of it and i know how to
your name but cannot be bothered to write it down.
why am i so ashamed of i am from? i sit up all night watching
infomercials and parliamentary sessions and i think of one reason
to travel to canberra. i am waiting for you to wear pink. mr
minister, when are you going to give me a fucking
i to see you dancing in spastic glee outside an islamic shrine, or
hard copy footage of you caught doing naughty in kings cross, and i
to say i knew it right away!
why do you me?
every i walk out the front door, i think you have sent men to watch
me in unmarked cars. and i even done anything. yet.
mr prime minister, im as as you are.
get me some glamour, mr prime minister, some escapism. i to know why
we still havent settled the land right issue. ill give up my
house right now, if you put an end to this. we all know this isnt
really our home. lets stop around.
mr prime minister, mr hand is tired. i havent for five days, ive
been waiting up for reruns of good america and i think you have
about me.
when did we a colony?
mr minister, im restless.
mr prime minister, i dont like the we are in, and im holding you
responsible.
friend,
benjamin lee