Luyện nghe bài hát We Call Upon The Author

Oh, what we once we had, we didn't
And what we have now will, will never be way again
So we upon the author to explain

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

Well, a clutched in his hand
He with tubes up his nose
And a cabal of angels with, with cymbals
Chanted his name in
We our fists at the punishing rain
And we called upon the author to

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

Well, prolix,
Nothing a of scissors cant fix

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

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

Well, rampant
poverty, third world debt
Infectious disease, inequality
And socio-economic divisions
Well, it does in your
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 pictures and then he tells me to get ready for the rain
And we call upon the author to

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

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

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

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