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 that way
So we upon the author to explain

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

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

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

Well, prolix,
Nothing a pair of cant fix

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

Well, discrimination
Mass poverty, third world
disease, global inequality
And socio-economic divisions
Well, it does in brain
We call the author to explain

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 me to get ready for the rain
And we call upon the to explain

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

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

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

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