Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer

Do you know the warm
the stars?

Do you know we

Have you forgotten the
to the

you been borne yet
& are you

Let's the gods, all teh myths
of the

symbols from deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the
of the ancient

We need great copulations

The are cackling in trees
of the

Our is dead in the sea

Do you we are being led to
slaughters by placid

& fat slow generals are getting
on young blood

Do you know we are by T.V.

The moon is dry beast

bands are rolling numbers
in the next block of green

amassing for on innocent
herdsman who are dying

O great of being

us one more hour to
our art
& perfect our

The moths & are doubly divine
&

We live, we die
& death not it

Journey we into the

Cling to
Our passion'd

Cling to Cunts &
of

We got our final
by

Columbus got
filled w/green

(I her thigh
& smiled)

We have assembled this ancient
& theatre

To our lust for life
& flee the wisdom
of the

The barns are

The kept

& one of all the rest

To dance & us

divine mockery
of

inflames temperament

(When the true murderers
are to roam free
a 1000 arise in the land)

Where are the
we are

is the wine
The New
(dying on the vine)
mockery
give us an hour for
We of the purple
We of the starling
& hour
We of pleasures's 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 silky
house
a head,
& a bed
decree
Resident
has claimed
We to believe
in the good old
We receive
In little
The things of
& unsporting
Forget &

Did you know freedom
in school

Did you madmen are
our prisons

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

We're headlong
on the of boredom

We're for death
on the end of a

We're trying for
that's found us

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

Cruel

The sevants the power

& their mean women
pulling poor over
our

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

Tower, I roses in
my garden bower;

Royal babies,
must now replace

in the mud

These mutants,
for the plant 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 angels of us all
& gives us
we had shoulders
smooth as

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

I not go
Prefer a of friends
To the Giant