Luyện nghe bài hát The Pointless, Yet Poignant, Crisis of a Co - Ed

I'm not a leader, I'm not a rhetoric mobilizing force of one,
But there was a time way back, years ago in college, don't laugh,
But I thought I was a radical, I ran the hemp liberation group my boyfriend,
It was true love, with a common cause, and that, he was a sagittarius.

We used to say that our love was like rope, three times as strong as the rope that
You buy domestically,
And we would bond in the of oppression from big business and the deans,
But I knew there was a problem, every time the group would meet everyone light up,
That it difficult to discuss glaucoma and human rights, not to mention chemotherapy.

Well sometimes, gives us lessons sent in ridiculous packaging,
And so I found him in the arms of a student the treacherous use of fur,
And he gave no apology, he just to me, stoned out to the edge of oblivion,
He didn't pull up the sheets and I he even smiled as he said to me,
'well, I guess our dreams up in smoke.'
And I said, no, our dreams went up in dreams, you pothead,
And another thing, what of a name is students against the treacherous use of fur?
Fur is dead, and besides, a name like that doesn't make a good acronym.

I am older now, I know the and gradual fall of a daily victory.
And I still write to my senators, saying they legalize cannabis,
And I should know, cause I am a horticulturist, I have a husband and two out in
Lexington, mass.
And my ex-boyfriend can't tell me I've sold out, he's in a cult.
And not allowed to talk to me.