Luyện nghe bài hát African Space Craft

(Spoken intro)
Class for the
African
14 carats he
Yeah, let me take the
like a criminal should
Burdens? As in
God in mysterious ways
but as a coolie
Never as a in the sweat
shop of a mind
Her stain is
The of caucasia.
On these empty
Lies an ejaculatory
Will his letter
Will the ever reach?
me will his letter survive?
Will the words ever reach their
I can hear the call of the Mosque
And the ringing of the
Yeah, peace on earth
And the casting of
I can see thin white strips of
And an ol' broom
I can see their all wrapped up and muffled
In an emotional
Now, it's the 10th of
And a Taxi awaits to me to thee
But I'm a son of
And, the only container of religious sound. Hey!
Yeah, the only African of religious sound
So they make love on the 11th, fuck on the
And on the 13th depart
to the world of school uniforms,
Perfects with guns and with heart
Would a story of cultural splinters
shred you as a tear?
They were making love on a bed of emotional
To away the fear
They were making on a bed of emotional Rizla
To burn the fear