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 be that way again
So we call the author to explain

Our kids spraddle the streets
Weve shunned them the greasy grind
The poor things they look so sad and old
As they mount us behind
I ask to desist and to refrain
And then we call upon the author to

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

He said, is messed up 'round here
is banal and jejune
Theres a planetary conspiracy against the 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 of scissors cant fix

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

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

Well, discrimination
Mass poverty, third debt
Infectious disease, global
And deepening socio-economic
Well, it does in brain
We call upon the to explain

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

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

Bukowski was a jerk, Berryman was the
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 upon the author to explain

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

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