Luyện nghe bài hát We Call Upon The Author

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

Our kids spraddle the streets
shunned them from the greasy grind
The little things 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 clutched in his
He died with up his nose
And a of angels with, with finger cymbals
his name in code
We our fists at the punishing rain
And we upon the author to explain

He said, everything is messed up 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 call upon the author to

Well, prolix,
a pair of scissors cant fix

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

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

Well, rampant
Mass poverty, third world
Infectious disease, global
And deepening divisions
Well, it does in brain
We call upon the author to

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

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

Bukowski was a jerk, Berryman was the
He wrote wet paper mach but he went the Hemingway
on wings 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
Another of unreconstructed rubbish
Well, the waves, the waves were soldiers
Well, you, ya thank you, thank you
And again I call the author to explain
Yeah, I call upon the to explain
I call upon the to explain
Yeah, we call upon the author to

I said, prolix,
nothing a pair of scissors cant fix