Luyện nghe bài hát American Prayer

[I]

Do you know the progress under the stars?
Do you we exist?
you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom?
Have you borne yet & are you alive?
Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the
symbols from deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the lessons of the war]
We need golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in trees of the
Our mother is in the sea
Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid
& that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young
Do you know we are by T.V.
The moon is a dry blood
Guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green
for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying
O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our
The & atheists are doubly divine & dying
We live, we die & death not it
Journey we more into the
Cling to our passion'd flower
to cunts & cocks of despair
We got our vision by clap
Columbus' groin got filled w/ green
(I touched her thigh & smiled)
We assembled inside this ancient & insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life & flee the swarming of the streets
The barns are
The kept & only one of all the rest
To & save us
W/ the divine of words
inflames temperament
(When the true King's are allowed to roam free a 1000 magicians arise in the land)
Where are the
We promised
Where is the
The New
(dying on the vine)
Resident mockery give us an hour for
We of the purple
We of the starling & velvet hour
We of arabic breed
We of sundome & the
us a creed
To
A of Lust
us trust in
The
Give of
Hundred
A rich
For me & you & for your silky pillowed
A head, & a bed
decree
Resident
Has claimed
We used to believe in the old days
We still In little ways
The of Kindness & unsporting brow
& allow
Did you know exists in a school book
Did you know are running our prison
W/in a jail, w/in a gaol, w/in a white free

We're headlong
On the of boredom
We're reaching for
On the end of a
We're trying for
That's found us
We can Kingdoms of our own
Grand thrones, those chairs of lust
& we must, in beds of rust
Steel lock in prisoner's screams
& muzak, AM, rocks dreams
No men's pride to hoist the beams
While angels sift what seems
To be a collage of dust
Scratched on of walls of trust
This is just jail for who must
Get up in the & fight for such unusable standards
While maidens show-off penury & pout ravings for a mad staff
Wow, I'm of doubt
in the light of certain

Cruel
The have the power dog-men & their mean women
Pulling poor over our sailors
(& where were you in our hour)
Milking moustache?
Or grinding a
I'm sick of faces
at me from the T.V.
Tower. I want roses in my garden dig?
Royal babies, must now replace aborted
in the mud
These mutants,
For the that's plowed
are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know how pale & thrillful
Comes death on hour
Unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've to bed
Death makes angels of us all & gives us where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws
No money, no more fancy dress
This other Kingdom seems by far the best until its other jaw reveals incest & loose to a vegetable law
I not go
a Feast of Friends
To the family

Great Christ

Lazy will get you up upon a Sunday morning
"The movie begin in 5 moments"
The mindless Voice
"All those unseated, will await The show"
We filed slowly, languidly the hall. The auditorium was vast, & silent.
As we & were darkened
The continued:
"The program for evening is not new. You have seen This entertainment thru & thru.
You've seen your birth, your life & death; you might all of the rest
- (did you have a good world when you died?) - enough to a movie on?"
An iron chuckle our minds like a fist.
I'm out of here
you going?
To the other side of the
don't chase the clouds
Pagodas,
Her cunt him
Like a friendly hand.
"It's all right.
All friends are here."
When can I them?
"After eaten"
I'm not
"O, we beaten"
Silver stream, scream,
Impossible
Here come the
at them smile
Watch them
An indian
Look at gesture
How
So to gesture
dissemble
Words be
Words walking sticks
them
They will
them waver so
I'll be
A
Better than a
But I'll
Won't get
W/out lodging a
I say it again
Aloud, you get the
No food w/out fuel's
be, the irish loud
Unleashed my
At peak of
O girl,
Your comb
O worried
Sin in the
Backwoods by the
She debt
On my new
prose
Tied in a network of quest
the obsession
Its quick to
Fats rhythm
Woman came them
Women of the world
Make the world
For a scandalous
Hee
Cut throat
is a joke
Your wife's in a
The boat
Here the goat
Blood Blood Blood
They're a joke
Of our

Are you more real me
I'll burn you, & set you
bitter tears
Excessive
I forget

A hot sick flowed up,
& bubbling.
The paper-face.
Mirror-mask, I you mirror.
He had been for 4 hrs.
The LT. in again
"ready to talk"
"No sir" - was all say.
Go to the gym.
Very

Air base in the
Looking out blinds
A
A desert
Cool
The rest of the
Is & dangerous
at the

Stag

[V]

A ship leaves
Mean of another thicket
Wishbone of
Decry the fox