Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer

Do you know the progress
the stars?

Do you know we

you forgotten the keys
to the

you been borne yet
& are you

reinvent the gods, all teh myths
of the

Celebrate from deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the
of the war]

We need golden copulations

The fathers are cackling in
of the

Our mother is in the sea

Do you we are being led to
slaughters by admirals

& fat slow generals are getting
on young blood

Do you know we are by T.V.

The moon is dry beast

Guerrilla are rolling numbers
in the next of green vine

for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are just

O creator of being

us one more hour to
our art
& our lives

The & atheists are doubly divine
&

We live, we die
& not ends it

Journey we more the

Cling to
Our passion'd

Cling to & cocks
of

We got our final
by

groin got
filled death

(I her thigh
& smiled)

We have assembled inside this
& insane

To propagate our for life
& flee the wisdom
of the

The are stormed

The kept

& one of all the rest

To & save us

W/the divine
of

Music temperament

(When the true King's
are allowed to free
a 1000 arise in the land)

Where are the
we are

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

Give us a

To

A of lust
Give us in
The
Give of
hues
a rich
for me & for you
& for your
pillowed
a head,
& a bed
Troubled
mockery
has thee
We to believe
in the old days
We receive
In little
The of Kindness
& unsporting
Forget &

Did you freedom exists
in school

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 of doubt
Live in the of certain

Cruel

The have the power

& their mean women
pulling blankets over
our

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

Tower, I want in
my bower; dig?

babies, rubies
must now replace

in the mud

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

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

like a scaring over-friendly guest
to bed

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

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

I not go
a feast of friends
To the Giant