Luyện nghe bài hát We Call Upon The Author

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

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

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

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

Well, prolix,
Nothing a pair of scissors fix

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

Well, who is great burdensome slavering dog thing
That mediocres my every
I feel a vacuum cleaner, a complete sucker
Its up and he is a fucker
But what an and encyclopedic brain
I call upon the 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 the author to explain

Oh, now hang on, my Doug is tapping on the window
Hey, Doug, how you
Well, he brings me a book on poetry
Complete pictures and then he tells 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 but he went the Hemingway
Weirdly on and with maximum pain
We upon the author to explain
Yeah well, I call upon the author to

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

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