Luyện nghe bài hát We Call Upon The Author

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

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

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

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

Well, prolix,
Nothing a pair of cant fix

Well I, I go down the street
And people gather 'round my feet
And they ask me things but I 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 my every thought?
I feel like a cleaner, a complete sucker
Its fucked up and he is a
But what an and encyclopedic brain
I call the author to explain
Yeah, we call upon the author to explain, alright,

Well, discrimination
Mass poverty, third world
Infectious disease, inequality
And deepening divisions
Well, it in your brain
We call upon the author to

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

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

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

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

I said, prolix,
nothing a pair of scissors cant fix