Luyện nghe bài hát We Call Upon The Author

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

Our myxomatoid kids spraddle the
Weve shunned them the greasy grind
The poor little they look so sad and old
As they mount us from
I ask to desist and to refrain
And then we call upon the author to

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

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

Well, prolix,
Nothing a of scissors cant fix

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

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

Well, discrimination
Mass poverty, third world
Infectious disease, global
And deepening socio-economic
Well, it in your brain
We call upon the to explain

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

Well, you I say prolix, prolix
a pair of scissors cant 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 the author to explain

Yeah well, down in my hole I see they've published
volume of unreconstructed rubbish
Well, the waves, the waves soldiers moving
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 pair of scissors fix