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 upon the author to

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

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

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

Well, prolix,
Nothing a of scissors cant fix

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

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

Well, discrimination
poverty, third world debt
Infectious disease, inequality
And socio-economic divisions
Well, it does in brain
We upon 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 with pictures and he tells me to get ready for the rain
And we call upon the author to

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

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

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

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