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 way again
So we call the author to explain

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

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

He said, is messed up 'round here
Everything is and jejune
Theres a planetary against the likes of you and me
In idiot constituency of the moon
Well, he knew exactly who to
And we upon the author to explain

Well, prolix,
Nothing a of scissors cant fix

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

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

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

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

Well, you know I say prolix,
Some a of scissors cant fix

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

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

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