Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer

Do you know the warm
the stars?

Do you know we

you forgotten the keys
to the

Have you been yet
& are you

reinvent the gods, all teh myths
of the

Celebrate symbols deep elder forests
you forgotten the lessons
of the war]

We great golden copulations

The fathers are cackling in
of the

Our mother is in the sea

Do you we are being led to
slaughters by placid

& fat slow generals are getting
obscene on blood

Do you know we are by T.V.

The is dry blood beast

Guerrilla bands are numbers
in the next block of vine

amassing for warfare on
herdsman who are just

O creator of being

grant us one hour to
our art
& our lives

The moths & atheists are doubly
&

We live, we die
& not ends it

we more into the

Cling to
Our flower

to Cunts & cocks
of

We got our vision
by

Columbus got
filled death

(I her thigh
& smiled)

We have assembled this ancient
& theatre

To propagate our for life
& flee the wisdom
of the

The barns are

The windows

& only one of all the

To & save us

W/the divine
of

Music inflames

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

are the feasts
we are

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

Give us a

To

A of lust
Give us in
The
Give of
hundred
a mandala
for me & for you
& for your
pillowed
a head,
& a bed
decree
Resident
has claimed
We used to
in the good old
We receive
In little
The things of
& brow
Forget &

Did you know freedom
in school

Did you know are
our prisons

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

We're perched
on the of boredom

We're for death
on the end of a

trying for something
that's found us

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

Cruel

The sevants the power

dog-men & their women
poor blankets over
our

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

Tower, I roses in
my bower; dig?

Royal babies,
must now aborted

in the mud

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

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

like a over-friendly guest you've
to bed

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

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

I not go
Prefer a feast of
To the Giant