Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer

Do you know the warm
the stars?

Do you we exist?

you forgotten the keys
to the

you been borne yet
& are you

Let's reinvent the gods, all teh
of the

symbols from deep elder forests
[Have you the lessons
of the war]

We need great copulations

The fathers are cackling in
of the

Our is dead in the sea

Do you we are being led to
by placid admirals

& fat slow generals are getting
on young blood

Do you we are ruled by T.V.

The is dry blood beast

Guerrilla bands are rolling
in the next of green vine

for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are just

O great creator of

grant us one hour to
our art
& perfect our

The & atheists are doubly divine
&

We live, we die
& not ends it

Journey we into the

Cling to
Our passion'd

Cling to & cocks
of

We got our vision
by

Columbus got
filled w/green

(I her thigh
& smiled)

We have assembled this ancient
& theatre

To our lust for life
& the swarming wisdom
of the

The barns are

The windows

& only one of all the

To & save us

W/the mockery
of

Music inflames

(When the King's murderers
are allowed to free
a Magicians arise in the land)

are the feasts
we are

Where is the
The New
(dying on the vine)
resident
give us an hour for
We of the purple
We of the starling
& velvet
We of pleasures's breed
We of sundome & the

Give us a

To

A of lust
us trust in
The
Give of
hues
a rich
for me & for you
& for your
pillowed
a head,
& a bed
decree
Resident
has claimed
We used to
in the good old
We still
In little
The of Kindness
& unsporting
Forget &

Did you freedom exists
in books

Did you madmen are
our prisons

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

We're headlong
on the edge of

We're for death
on the end of a

We're trying for
that's found us

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

Cruel

The have the power

& their mean women
pulling poor blankets
our

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

Tower, I want in
my bower; dig?

Royal babies,
must now aborted

in the mud

These mutants,
for the plant plowed
they are waiting to take us
the severed

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

like a over-friendly guest you've
to bed

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

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

I not go
Prefer a feast of
To the family