Luyện nghe bài hát We Call Upon The Author

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

Our kids 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 and to refrain
And then we call upon the to explain

Well, a rosary clutched in his
He died with up his nose
And a cabal of angels with, with cymbals
Chanted his name in
We shook our at the punishing rain
And we upon the author to explain

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

Well, prolix,
Nothing a pair of scissors fix

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

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

Well, discrimination
Mass poverty, third world
disease, global inequality
And deepening divisions
Well, it does in your
We call upon the to explain

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

Well, you know I say prolix,
Some a pair of cant fix

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

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

I said, prolix,
There's a pair of scissors cant fix