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 upon the author to explain

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

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

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

Well, prolix,
Nothing a pair of cant fix

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

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

Well, discrimination
poverty, third world debt
Infectious disease, global
And deepening socio-economic
Well, it in your brain
We upon the author to explain

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

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

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

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

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