Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer

Do you know the progress
under the

Do you we exist?

Have you forgotten the
to the

you been borne yet
& are you

Let's the gods, all teh myths
of the

Celebrate symbols from deep forests
you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient

We need golden copulations

The fathers are in trees
of the

Our is dead in the sea

Do you know we are led to
by placid admirals

& that fat generals are getting
on young blood

Do you we are ruled by T.V.

The is dry blood beast

bands are rolling numbers
in the block of green vine

amassing for on innocent
herdsman who are dying

O great of being

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 passion'd

to Cunts & cocks
of

We got our vision
by

groin 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 kept

& one of all the rest

To dance & us

divine mockery
of

Music inflames

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

are the feasts
we are

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

Give us a

To

A nightr of
us trust in
The
Give of
hues
a mandala
for me & for you
& for your
pillowed
a head,
& a bed
decree
Resident
has thee
We to believe
in the good old
We still
In ways
The of Kindness
& brow
Forget &

Did you know exists
in books

Did you know are
our prisons

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

We're headlong
on the edge of

We're 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 have the power

dog-men & mean women
pulling poor over
our

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

Tower, I roses in
my garden bower;

babies, rubies
must now replace

in the mud

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

Do you know how pale & wanton
comes death on a hour
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 more fancy
This other kingdom seems by far the
until its jaw reveals incest
& obedience to a vegetable law

I not go
Prefer a feast of
To the Giant