Luyện nghe bài hát We Call Upon The Author

Oh, what we once thought we had, we
And what we have now will, will be that way again
So we call upon the to explain

Our kids spraddle the streets
Weve them from the greasy grind
The poor little they look so sad and old
As they us from behind
I ask them to and to refrain
And then we call the author to explain

Well, a clutched in his hand
He died tubes up his nose
And a cabal of angels with, with 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 'round
Everything is banal and
Theres a conspiracy against the likes of you and me
In this idiot constituency of the
Well, he exactly who to blame
And we call the author to explain

Well, prolix,
Nothing a pair of scissors fix

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

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 enormous and brain
I call upon the author to
Yeah, we call upon the author to explain, alright,

Well, rampant
Mass poverty, third debt
Infectious disease, global
And deepening socio-economic
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 me a book on holocaust poetry
Complete with pictures and then he me to get ready for the rain
And we call the author to explain

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 went the
on wings and with maximum pain
We call the author to explain
Yeah well, I call upon the author to

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

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