Luyện nghe bài hát We Call Upon The Author

Oh, what we once we had, we didn't
And what we have now will, will never be way again
So we call the author to explain

Our myxomatoid kids spraddle the
Weve shunned them from the greasy
The poor little things look so sad and old
As they us from behind
I ask them to desist and to
And then we upon the author to explain

Well, a clutched in his hand
He died with up his nose
And a cabal of angels with, with finger
his name in code
We shook our fists at the rain
And we called upon the author to

He said, everything is messed up here
is banal and jejune
Theres a conspiracy against the likes of you and me
In this idiot of the moon
Well, he exactly who to blame
And we call upon the author to

Well, prolix,
Nothing a pair of cant fix

Well I, I go guruing down the
And young gather 'round my feet
And ask me things but I dont know where to start
They ignite the powder trail straight to my heart
And yeah, once I call upon the author to explain
Yeah, we call upon the to explain

Well, who is this great burdensome slavering dog
That mediocres my every
I feel like a cleaner, a complete sucker
Its fucked up and he is a
But what an enormous and encyclopedic
I call upon the to explain
Yeah, we call upon the author to explain, alright,

Well, discrimination
Mass poverty, third debt
disease, global inequality
And socio-economic divisions
Well, it in your brain
We call upon the to explain

Oh, now hang on, my friend Doug is on the window
Hey, Doug, how you
Well, he brings me a on holocaust poetry
Complete with pictures and then he tells me to get ready for the
And we upon the author to explain

Well, you I say prolix, prolix
Some a of scissors cant fix

Bukowski was a jerk, Berryman was the
He wrote like wet paper mach but he went the
Weirdly on wings and maximum pain
We call upon the author to
Yeah well, I call the author to explain

Yeah well, down in my bolt hole I see published
volume of unreconstructed rubbish
Well, the waves, the waves soldiers moving
Well, thank you, ya thank you, you
And again I call upon the author to
Yeah, I upon the author to explain
I call the author to explain
Yeah, we call upon the to explain

I said, prolix,
There's nothing a pair of cant fix