Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer

Do you know the warm
under the

Do you we exist?

you forgotten the keys
to the

Have you been yet
& are you

Let's the gods, all teh myths
of the

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

We need great golden

The are cackling in trees
of the

Our is dead in the sea

Do you we are being led to
slaughters by admirals

& that fat generals are getting
obscene on young

Do you know we are by T.V.

The moon is dry beast

Guerrilla bands are numbers
in the next block of green

amassing for on innocent
herdsman who are dying

O great creator of

grant us one more to
our art
& our lives

The moths & atheists are divine
&

We live, we die
& death not it

Journey we more the

Cling to
Our flower

to Cunts & cocks
of

We got our vision
by

groin got
filled w/green

(I touched her
& smiled)

We have assembled inside this
& insane

To propagate our lust for
& flee the swarming
of the

The barns are

The kept

& one of all the rest

To & save us

W/the mockery
of

inflames temperament

(When the King's murderers
are allowed to roam
a Magicians arise in the land)

are the feasts
we are

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

Give us a

To

A of lust
us trust in
The
Give of
hues
a mandala
for me & for you
& for your
house
a head,
& a bed
Troubled
mockery
has claimed
We to believe
in the good old
We receive
In little
The of Kindness
& brow
& allow

Did you know freedom
in books

Did you know are
running our

w/in a jail, w/in a
w/in a white free

We're headlong
on the edge of

We're for death
on the end of a

We're for something
that's found us

Wow, I'm of doubt
Live in the light of

Cruel

The have the power

dog-men & their mean
pulling poor over
our

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

Tower, I roses in
my garden dig?

Royal babies,
must now aborted

in the mud

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

Do you know how pale & thrillful
comes on a stranger hour
unannounced, for

like a scaring over-friendly guest
to bed

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

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

I not go
Prefer a feast of
To the Giant