Luyện nghe bài hát African Space Craft

(Spoken intro)
Class for the
Anarchist
14 carats he
Yeah, let me take the
like a criminal should
Burdens? As in
God in mysterious ways
but never as a
Never as a in the sweat
of a deranged mind
Her stain is
The of caucasia.
On these pages
Lies an ejaculatory
his letter survive?
Will the words reach?
Tell me will his letter
Will the words reach their destination?
Well I can hear the of the Mosque
And the ringing of the
Yeah, everlasting on earth
And the of spells
I can see white strips of cotton
And an ol' wide
I can see their feelings all wrapped up and
In an room
Now, it's the 10th of
And a Taxi to bring me to thee
But I'm a son of
And, the only African container of sound. Hey!
Yeah, the African container of religious sound
So they make love on the 11th, fuck on the
And on the they depart
Back to the of school uniforms,
Perfects guns and jackboots with heart
Would a true of cultural splinters
shred you as a tear?
They making love on a bed of emotional Rizla
To away the fear
were making love on a bed of emotional Rizla
To burn the fear