Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer

Do you know the progress
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 elder
[Have you the lessons
of the ancient

We need great golden

The fathers are cackling in
of the

Our is dead in the sea

Do you know we are 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 rolling
in the next block of green

amassing for warfare on
herdsman who are just

O great of being

us one more hour to
our art
& perfect our

The & atheists are doubly divine
&

We live, we die
& not ends it

we more into the

Cling to
Our passion'd

Cling to Cunts &
of

We got our vision
by

Columbus got
filled death

(I her thigh
& smiled)

We have inside this ancient
& insane

To our lust for life
& flee the wisdom
of the

The barns are

The kept

& only one of all the

To dance & us

W/the divine
of

Music temperament

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

are the feasts
we are

is the wine
The New
(dying on the vine)
resident
give us an for magic
We of the purple
We of the flight
& hour
We of arabic pleasures's
We of & the night

us a creed

To

A nightr of
us trust in
The
Give of
hues
a mandala
for me & for you
& for silky
house
a head,
& a bed
decree
Resident
has claimed
We used to
in the old days
We still
In little
The things of
& brow
Forget &

Did you know exists
in books

Did you know are
our prisons

w/in a jail, a gaol
w/in a free protestant

We're headlong
on the of boredom

reaching for death
on the end of a

We're for something
that's found us

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

Cruel

The have the power

dog-men & their women
poor blankets over
our

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

Tower, I roses in
my bower; dig?

Royal babies,
now replace aborted

in the mud

These mutants,
for the that's plowed
they are waiting to take us
the garden

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

like a over-friendly guest you've
to bed

Death makes of us all
& gives us
where we had
smooth as

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

I not go
Prefer a feast of
To the family