Luyện nghe bài hát We Call Upon The Author

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

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

Well, a rosary in his hand
He died with tubes up his
And a cabal of angels with, with finger
Chanted his name in
We shook our at the punishing rain
And we called the author to explain

He said, everything is up 'round here
is banal and jejune
Theres a planetary conspiracy against the of you and me
In this constituency of the moon
Well, he knew who to blame
And we call the author to explain

Well, prolix,
Nothing a pair of cant fix

I, I go guruing down the street
And young people gather my feet
And they ask me things but I know where to start
They ignite the trail straight to my fathers heart
And yeah, again I call upon the author to explain
Yeah, we call upon the to explain

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

Well, rampant
Mass poverty, third debt
Infectious disease, global
And deepening 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 book on holocaust
Complete with pictures and he tells me to get ready for the rain
And we call upon the to explain

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

was a jerk, Berryman was the best
He wrote wet paper mach but he went the Hemingway
Weirdly on and with maximum pain
We call upon the to explain
Yeah well, I call upon the to explain

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

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