Luyện nghe bài hát We Call Upon The Author

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

Our kids spraddle the streets
Weve them 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 then we call the author to explain

Well, a rosary in his hand
He died with up his nose
And a cabal of angels with, with cymbals
Chanted his name in
We shook our fists at the rain
And we called the author to explain

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

Well, prolix,
Nothing a of scissors cant fix

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

Well, who is this great burdensome dog thing
That mediocres my thought?
I like a vacuum cleaner, a complete sucker
Its fucked up and he is a
But what an enormous and encyclopedic
I call upon the author to
Yeah, we call upon the author to explain, alright,

Well, discrimination
Mass poverty, world debt
disease, global inequality
And deepening divisions
Well, it does in your
We upon the author to explain

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

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

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

Yeah well, down in my hole I see they've published
volume of unreconstructed rubbish
Well, the waves, the waves were moving
Well, you, ya thank you, thank you
And again I call upon the 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