Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer

Do you the warm progress
under the

Do you we exist?

Have you the keys
to the

Have you 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 golden copulations

The fathers are in trees
of the

Our is dead in the sea

Do you we are being led to
by placid admirals

& that fat slow are getting
obscene on blood

Do you know we are by T.V.

The moon is dry beast

Guerrilla bands are numbers
in the next of green vine

amassing for warfare on
herdsman who are just

O great creator of

grant us one hour to
our art
& perfect our

The moths & are doubly divine
&

We live, we die
& not ends it

Journey we more the

Cling to
Our passion'd

Cling to Cunts &
of

We got our vision
by

groin got
filled death

(I her thigh
& smiled)

We assembled inside this ancient
& insane

To our lust for life
& the swarming wisdom
of the

The are stormed

The kept

& one of all the rest

To & save us

W/the mockery
of

Music temperament

(When the King's murderers
are to roam free
a 1000 Magicians in the land)

are the feasts
we are

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

Give us a

To

A of lust
us trust in
The
of color
hundred
a rich
for me & for you
& for silky
house
a head,
& a bed
decree
Resident
has thee
We to believe
in the old days
We receive
In ways
The of Kindness
& unsporting
& allow

Did you know exists
in books

Did you know are
our prisons

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

We're headlong
on the edge of

reaching for death
on the end of a

trying for something
that's already us

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

Cruel

The sevants have the

& their mean women
pulling blankets over
our

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

Tower, I want in
my garden bower;

Royal babies,
must now aborted

in the mud

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

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

like a over-friendly guest you've
to bed

Death angels of us all
& gives us
we had shoulders
smooth as

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

I not go
Prefer a of friends
To the Giant