Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer

Do you know the progress
the stars?

Do you we exist?

you forgotten 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 great golden

The are cackling in trees
of the

Our mother is in the sea

Do you know we are led to
slaughters by admirals

& that fat slow are getting
obscene on young

Do you we are ruled by T.V.

The moon is dry blood

Guerrilla are rolling numbers
in the next block of green

amassing for on innocent
herdsman who are just

O great creator of

grant us one more to
our art
& our lives

The moths & atheists are doubly
&

We live, we die
& death not it

Journey we into the

Cling to
Our flower

to Cunts & cocks
of

We got our final
by

Columbus got
w/green death

(I her thigh
& smiled)

We assembled inside this ancient
& theatre

To our lust for life
& flee the wisdom
of the

The barns are

The windows

& only one of all the

To dance & us

divine mockery
of

Music inflames

(When the true 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)
resident
give us an for magic
We of the purple
We of the starling
& hour
We of arabic breed
We of sundome & the

Give us a

To

A of lust
Give us in
The
Give of
hundred
a rich
for me & for you
& for your
pillowed
a head,
& a bed
Troubled
Resident
has claimed
We used to
in the old days
We still
In little
The of Kindness
& unsporting
& allow

Did you know freedom
in school

Did you know are
running our

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

We're perched
on the edge of

reaching for death
on the end of a

We're for something
that's already us

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

Cruel

The have the power

dog-men & mean women
pulling poor over
our

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

Tower, I roses in
my bower; dig?

Royal babies,
must now replace

in the mud

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

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

like a scaring over-friendly guest
to bed

Death makes of us all
& us wings
we had shoulders
smooth as

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

I not go
a feast of friends
To the family