Luyện nghe bài hát We Call Upon The Author

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

Our myxomatoid kids the streets
Weve shunned 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 upon the to explain

Well, a rosary clutched in his
He died with tubes up his
And a cabal of angels with, with finger
Chanted his name in
We shook our fists at the rain
And we called upon the author to

He said, everything is up 'round here
Everything is banal and
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,
a pair of scissors cant fix

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

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

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

Oh, now hang on, my friend Doug is tapping on the
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 the author to explain

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

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

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

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