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 upon the author to

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

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

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

Well, prolix,
a pair of scissors cant fix

Well I, I go guruing down the
And people gather 'round my feet
And they ask me things but I dont know to start
They the powder 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 this great burdensome dog thing
mediocres my every thought?
I like a vacuum cleaner, a complete sucker
Its up and he is a fucker
But what an enormous and encyclopedic
I upon the author to explain
Yeah, we upon the author to explain, alright, yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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