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

8 1998
dear mr minister,
to be honest, im of disgusted with the state of this 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 white male, and i still cant
understand why there is a feather left for me to ruffle.
mr prime minister, im queasy time i read the newspaper.
i read about the new flag the country is demanding and 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 want it of
and encased in glitter.
i want a flag that is worthy of a burning.
i want to why isnt our prime minister a homosexual? i was personally
more interested in whether or not keating grabbed the queens arse
than any of the issues that you to be tackling. mr prime minster, why
do you always wear and grey? are you hiding something? are you
of us?
i cant believe there is a feather left for me to ruffle.
i to know why there are american accents all over my television set.
as far as im concerned, kant is a philosopher. why do all
australian rock musicians in american accents? why are there no
australian musicians?
mr prime minister, why doesnt have a black panther party?
where is our bob
is our andy warhol?
why do you make me sound like a third rate ginsberg?
answer me.
what do you know about anyway.
why dont we learn anything in perhaps that was a sweeping
generalization but i just finished twelve of it and i know how to
your name but cannot be bothered to write it down.
why am i so of where i am from? i sit up all night watching
and parliamentary sessions and i cannot think of one reason
to to canberra. i am waiting for you to wear pink. mr prime
minister, when are you going to give me a fucking
i want to see you dancing in glee outside an islamic shrine, or
hard copy footage of you caught doing naughty things in cross, and i
want to say i knew it away!
why do you me?
every time i walk out the front door, i think you have sent men to
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, escapism. i want to know why
we still settled the aboriginal land right issue. ill give up my
house right now, if you will put an end to this. we all know this
our home. lets stop kidding around.
mr prime minister, mr is tired. i havent slept for five days, ive
been waiting up for reruns of morning america and i think you have
forgotten me.
when did we a colony?
mr minister, im restless.
mr prime minister, i like the state we are in, and im holding you
responsible.
friend,
benjamin lee