Luyện nghe bài hát We Call Upon The Author

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

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

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

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

Well, prolix,
Nothing a of scissors cant fix

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

Well, who is this burdensome slavering dog thing
That mediocres my thought?
I feel a vacuum 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 upon the author to explain, alright, yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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