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

8 March
mr prime minister,
to be honest, im kind of disgusted with the state of country and i am
holding you 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 every time i the newspaper.
i read about the new flag the country is demanding and our emblem
should contain a southern cross or not and i believe its even worth
the discussion. i want to see a giant on our flag. i want it made of
velvet and in glitter.
i want a flag is worthy of a solid burning.
i want to know why isnt our 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 believe there is a left for me to ruffle.
i want to know why there are american 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
rock musicians?
mr minister, why doesnt australia have a black panther party?
is our bob dylan?
where is our warhol?
why do you me sound like a third rate allen ginsberg?
dont me.
what do you know about anyway.
why we learn anything in school? perhaps that was a sweeping
generalization but i finished twelve years of it and i know how to
spell your name but cannot be to write it down.
why am i so ashamed of where i am from? i sit up all watching
infomercials and 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 to give me a fucking break?
i want to see you dancing in glee outside an islamic shrine, or
hard copy of you caught doing naughty things 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 cars. and i havent even done anything. yet.
mr prime minister, im as as you are.
get me glamour, mr prime minister, some 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
really our home. lets kidding around.
mr prime minister, mr hand is tired. i havent slept for days, ive
been waiting up for of good 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