Luyện nghe bài hát We Call Upon The Author

Oh, what we once thought we had, we
And what we now will, will never be that way again
So we call upon the to explain

Our myxomatoid spraddle the streets
Weve them from the greasy grind
The poor little they look so sad and old
As they mount us 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 tubes up his
And a of angels with, with finger cymbals
his name in code
We shook our fists at the punishing
And we upon the author to explain

He said, is messed up 'round here
Everything is banal and
Theres a conspiracy against the likes of you and me
In idiot constituency of the moon
Well, he knew exactly who to
And we call upon the author to

Well, prolix,
a pair of scissors cant fix

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

Well, who is great burdensome slavering dog thing
mediocres my every thought?
I feel like a vacuum cleaner, a complete
Its up and he is a fucker
But what an enormous and brain
I call the author to explain
Yeah, we call the author to explain, alright, yeah

Well, discrimination
Mass poverty, world debt
Infectious disease, inequality
And deepening socio-economic
Well, it does in brain
We call upon the author to

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

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

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

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

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