Luyện nghe bài hát We Call Upon The Author

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

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

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

He said, everything is messed up 'round
Everything is banal and
Theres a planetary conspiracy against the of you and me
In this idiot constituency of the
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 guruing the street
And young people gather my feet
And they ask me things but I know where to start
ignite the powder trail straight to my fathers heart
And yeah, once I call upon the author to explain
Yeah, we call the author to explain

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

Well, discrimination
Mass poverty, world debt
Infectious disease, global
And socio-economic divisions
Well, it in your brain
We call the author to explain

Oh, now hang on, my Doug is tapping on the window
Hey, Doug, how you
Well, he me a book on holocaust poetry
Complete with 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 scissors fix

Bukowski was a jerk, was the best
He like wet paper mach but he went the Hemingway
Weirdly on wings and with pain
We call upon the author to
Yeah well, I call upon the author to

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