Luyện nghe bài hát African Space Craft

(Spoken intro)
Class for the
Anarchist
14 carats he
Yeah, just let me the
grain like a should
Burdens? As in
God in mysterious ways
but never as a
as a coolie in the sweat
shop of a deranged
Her stain is
The of caucasia.
On these pages
Lies an ejaculatory
Will his survive?
the words ever reach?
Tell me his letter survive?
Will the words ever their destination?
Well I can the call of the Mosque
And the of the bells
Yeah, peace on earth
And the of spells
I can see thin strips of cotton
And an ol' broom
I can see their feelings all wrapped up and
In an room
Now, the 10th of January
And a awaits to bring me to thee
But I'm a son of
And, the only container of religious sound. Hey!
Yeah, the only African container of religious
So they make on the 11th, fuck on the 12th
And on the 13th depart
Back to the world of uniforms,
with guns and jackboots with heart
Would a true of cultural splinters
Ever shred you as a
were making love on a bed of emotional Rizla
To away the fear
They were making love on a bed of emotional
To burn away the