Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer

Do you know the progress
under the

Do you we exist?

Have you the keys
to the

Have you been yet
& are you

Let's the gods, all teh myths
of the

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

We great golden copulations

The are cackling in trees
of the

Our mother is in the sea

Do you know we are led to
by placid admirals

& fat slow generals are getting
obscene on blood

Do you know we are by T.V.

The moon is dry blood

Guerrilla bands are rolling
in the next block of green

for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are dying

O creator of being

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 flower

Cling to Cunts &
of

We got our final
by

groin got
filled w/green

(I her thigh
& smiled)

We have assembled inside ancient
& insane

To propagate our lust for
& flee the wisdom
of the

The barns are

The kept

& one of all the rest

To dance & us

divine mockery
of

Music temperament

(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)
resident
give us an hour for
We of the purple
We of the starling
& hour
We of pleasures's breed
We of & the night

Give us a

To

A nightr of
Give us in
The
Give of
hues
a rich
for me & for you
& for your
house
a head,
& a bed
decree
Resident
has claimed
We used to
in the old days
We receive
In ways
The things of
& brow
& 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

We're for death
on the end of a

We're for something
already found us

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

Cruel

The have the power

dog-men & their mean
pulling poor blankets
our

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

Tower, I roses in
my garden bower;

babies, rubies
must now aborted

in the mud

These mutants,
for the plant plowed
are waiting to take us into
the garden

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

like a over-friendly guest you've
to bed

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

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

I not go
a feast of friends
To the Giant