Luyện nghe bài hát La Vie Boheme B

Who
Our

You fun, yet I'm the one
Attempting to do some
Or do you really want a
Where people on your stoop every night?

Bohemia,
A fallacy in your
This is
Bohemia is

Dearly
We gather to say our goodbyes
(Dies irae, illa)
she lies
(Kyrie eleison)
(Yitgadal v'yitkadash)
No one her worth
The late daughter of Mother Earth
On these nights when we the birth

In little town of Bethlehem
We our glass, you bet your ass to
La vie

La vie
La vie
La vie
La vie

To of inspiration, playing hooky, making something out of nothing
The need to express, to
To going against the grain, insane, going mad

To loving tension, no pension, to more one dimension
To for attention hating convention, hating pretension
Not to of course hating dear old mom and dad

To riding your bike midday the three piece suits
To fruits, to no
To Absolut, to choice, to the Voice
To any fad

To an us' for once
of a them'
La vie
La vie

Hey mister, my sister

So that's five miso
seaweed salad
Three soy dinner
Two dog platter
And one pasta with balls?

Ew
It the same
If you close eyes

An' thirteen orders of
Is in here?
and beer!

To hand crafted beers made in breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and and cheese
To leather, to dildos to curry
To huevos rancheros and Angelou

Emotion, devotion, to causing a
Creation, vacation, masturbation

Compassion, to fashion, to passion when new
To Sontag, to Sondheim, to taboo

Ginsberg, Dylan, and Cage
Bruce, Langston Hughes, to the stage
To Uta, to Buddha, Neruda, too

Why and Toto went over the rainbow
To blow off Em
La vie

We're

Brothers!

Bisexuals, trisexuals, sapiens
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee
German wine, turpentine, Stein
Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Burana

To apathy, to entropy, to empathy,
Havel, The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To no shame playing the fame game
To

To sodomy, it's god and me
To S&M
Waiter, waiter,
La vie

In of the death of Bohemia
An impromptu salon will commence immediately dinner
Maureen Johnson, just from her spectacular one-night engagement
At The Street Lot
Will perform Native tribal chants, backwards
Through her vocoder, accompanying herself on the electric cello
Which she ain't studied

And Cohen will preview his new documentary
About his inability to an erection on the high holy days

And Mimi Marquez, only in bubble wrap
Will perform her famous lawn chair handcuff
To the of iced tea being stirred

And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, song
That doesn't remind us of Waltz

Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall from Paris
While herself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub

And Collins will his exploits as an anarchist
the tale of his successful reprogramming
Of the M.I.T. virtual reality
To self-destruct as it broadcast the
Actual reality, act up, fight

Excuse me, did I do wrong?
I get invited, then ignored all night

I've been trying, I'm not
No perfect, I've got baggage

Life's too short, time is flying
I'm looking for baggage that goes with

I tell you
got baggage too
I should you
Baggage, wine and

AZT

Me,