Luyện nghe bài hát We Call Upon The Author

Oh, what we once thought we had, we
And what we have now will, will be that way again
So we call the author to explain

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

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

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

Well, prolix,
Nothing a pair of cant fix

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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