Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer

Do you know the warm
the stars?

Do you know we

Have you forgotten the
to the

you been borne yet
& are you

Let's reinvent the gods, all teh
of the

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

We need great copulations

The are cackling in trees
of the

Our is dead in the sea

Do you we are being led to
slaughters by placid

& that fat slow are getting
obscene on blood

Do you we are ruled by T.V.

The moon is dry blood

Guerrilla bands are numbers
in the next block of vine

for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are just

O great of being

us one more hour to
our art
& perfect our

The moths & are doubly divine
&

We live, we die
& death not it

we more into the

Cling to
Our flower

to Cunts & cocks
of

We got our vision
by

groin got
filled death

(I touched her
& smiled)

We assembled inside this ancient
& theatre

To our lust for life
& flee the wisdom
of the

The barns are

The windows

& only one of all the

To & save us

W/the mockery
of

inflames temperament

(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 for magic
We of the glove
We of the starling
& velvet
We of arabic breed
We of sundome & the

Give us a

To

A nightr of
Give us in
The
Give of
hundred
a mandala
for me & for you
& for your
house
a head,
& a bed
Troubled
mockery
has claimed
We used to
in the good old
We still
In ways
The of Kindness
& brow
Forget &

Did you know exists
in books

Did you madmen are
running our

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

We're headlong
on the of boredom

reaching for death
on the end of a

trying for something
that's found us

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

Cruel

The sevants the power

& their mean women
pulling blankets over
our

I'm of dour faces
at me from 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 waiting to take us
the severed

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

like a scaring over-friendly you've
to bed

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

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

I not go
a feast of friends
To the family