Luyện nghe bài hát We Call Upon The Author

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

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

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

He said, everything is up 'round here
Everything is 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 the author to explain

Well, prolix,
Nothing a pair of scissors fix

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

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

Well, rampant
poverty, third world debt
Infectious disease, global
And socio-economic divisions
Well, it does in 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
with pictures and then he tells me to get ready for the rain
And we call upon the author to

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

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

Yeah well, down in my bolt hole I see published
volume of unreconstructed rubbish
Well, the waves, the waves were soldiers
Well, thank you, ya thank you, 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 to explain

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