Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer

Do you the warm progress
the stars?

Do you we exist?

you forgotten the keys
to the

Have you borne yet
& are you

Let's reinvent the gods, all teh
of the

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

We need great copulations

The fathers are in trees
of the

Our mother is in the sea

Do you know we are led to
slaughters by admirals

& that fat slow generals are
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 vine

amassing for warfare on
who are just dying

O creator of being

grant us one more to
our art
& perfect our

The moths & atheists are doubly
&

We live, we die
& not ends it

we more into the

Cling to
Our flower

Cling to Cunts &
of

We got our vision
by

groin got
filled w/green

(I her thigh
& smiled)

We have assembled inside ancient
& insane

To our lust for life
& flee the wisdom
of the

The barns are

The kept

& only one of all the

To & save us

W/the mockery
of

Music temperament

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

are the feasts
we are

Where is the
The New
(dying on the vine)
mockery
give us an for magic
We of the glove
We of the flight
& hour
We of pleasures's breed
We of & the night

Give us a

To

A of lust
us trust in
The
Give of
hues
a mandala
for me & for you
& for silky
pillowed
a head,
& a bed
Troubled
mockery
has thee
We to believe
in the old days
We receive
In ways
The things of
& unsporting
Forget &

Did you know freedom
in books

Did you know are
our prisons

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

We're perched
on the edge of

We're for death
on the end of a

trying for something
that's found us

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

Cruel

The sevants have the

& their mean women
pulling poor over
our

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

Tower, I roses in
my garden bower;

Royal babies,
now replace aborted

in the mud

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

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

a scaring over-friendly guest you've
to bed

Death makes of us all
& us wings
where we had
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