Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer

Do you the warm progress
under the

Do you know we

Have you the keys
to the

Have you been yet
& are you

Let's the gods, all teh myths
of the

Celebrate symbols deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the
of the ancient

We need great copulations

The are cackling in trees
of the

Our mother is in the sea

Do you know we are led to
by placid admirals

& that fat slow are getting
on young blood

Do you we are ruled by T.V.

The moon is dry beast

Guerrilla bands are numbers
in the block of green vine

amassing for on innocent
herdsman who are just

O creator of being

grant us one more to
our art
& our lives

The moths & atheists are doubly
&

We live, we die
& not ends it

Journey we more the

Cling to
Our flower

Cling to Cunts &
of

We got our final
by

Columbus got
filled w/green

(I touched her
& smiled)

We have assembled this ancient
& insane

To propagate our lust for
& the swarming wisdom
of the

The barns are

The kept

& only one of all the

To & save us

W/the divine
of

inflames temperament

(When the true King's
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 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 nightr of
us trust in
The
of color
hundred
a rich
for me & for you
& for your
pillowed
a head,
& a bed
Troubled
mockery
has claimed
We used to
in the old days
We receive
In ways
The of Kindness
& unsporting
& allow

Did you know exists
in books

Did you know are
running our

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

We're headlong
on the of boredom

reaching for death
on the end of a

We're trying for
that's already us

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

Cruel

The sevants the power

& their mean women
pulling blankets over
our

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

Tower, I want in
my bower; dig?

Royal babies,
now replace aborted

in the mud

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

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

like a scaring over-friendly you've
to bed

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

No more money, no more fancy
This kingdom seems by far the best
until its jaw reveals incest
& loose to a vegetable law

I not go
a feast of friends
To the family