Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer

Do you know the warm
the stars?

Do you we exist?

Have you the keys
to the

you been borne yet
& are you

Let's reinvent the gods, all teh
of the

Celebrate symbols deep elder forests
you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient

We need great copulations

The fathers are in trees
of the

Our mother is in the sea

Do you we are being led to
by placid admirals

& that fat slow generals are
on young blood

Do you we are ruled by T.V.

The moon is dry beast

Guerrilla are rolling numbers
in the block of green vine

amassing for warfare on
herdsman who are dying

O great of being

grant us one hour to
our art
& perfect our

The moths & atheists are divine
&

We live, we die
& not ends it

we more into the

Cling to
Our flower

Cling to & cocks
of

We got our final
by

Columbus got
filled w/green

(I touched her
& smiled)

We have assembled inside this
& theatre

To propagate our for life
& flee the wisdom
of the

The barns are

The kept

& one of all the rest

To & save us

divine mockery
of

Music inflames

(When the true murderers
are allowed to free
a 1000 Magicians in the land)

are the feasts
we are

Where is the
The New
(dying on the vine)
resident
give us an hour for
We of the purple
We of the starling
& velvet
We of arabic breed
We of sundome & the

us a creed

To

A nightr of
us trust in
The
of color
hundred
a rich
for me & for you
& for your
house
a head,
& a bed
Troubled
Resident
has claimed
We used to
in the good old
We receive
In ways
The of Kindness
& brow
& allow

Did you freedom exists
in books

Did you know are
our prisons

w/in a jail, w/in a
w/in a white protestant

We're headlong
on the of boredom

We're reaching for
on the end of a

We're trying for
that's found us

Wow, I'm sick of
in the light of certain

Cruel

The sevants the power

dog-men & their women
pulling blankets over
our

I'm sick of dour
Starong at me the T.V.

Tower, I want in
my bower; dig?

Royal babies,
must now aborted

in the mud

These mutants,
for the that's plowed
are waiting to take us into
the severed

Do you know how pale & wanton
comes death on a hour
unannounced, for

like a scaring guest you've
to bed

Death angels of us all
& us wings
where we had
as raven's

No more money, no more dress
This other kingdom by far the best
its other jaw reveals incest
& obedience to a vegetable law

I not go
Prefer a feast of
To the Giant