Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer

Do you know the warm
under the

Do you know we

Have you forgotten the
to the

Have you borne yet
& are you

Let's reinvent the gods, all teh
of the

Celebrate symbols from deep elder
[Have you forgotten the
of the war]

We need golden copulations

The are cackling in trees
of the

Our is dead in the sea

Do you know we are led to
by placid admirals

& that fat slow generals are
on young blood

Do you know we are by T.V.

The is dry blood beast

Guerrilla bands are numbers
in the next block of vine

for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are dying

O creator of being

grant us one 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

Cling to & cocks
of

We got our vision
by

Columbus got
filled death

(I her thigh
& smiled)

We have assembled this ancient
& theatre

To our lust for life
& flee the swarming
of the

The are stormed

The windows

& only one of all the

To dance & us

W/the mockery
of

inflames temperament

(When the King's murderers
are allowed to roam
a 1000 arise in the land)

are the feasts
we are

is the wine
The New
(dying on the vine)
resident
us an hour for magic
We of the purple
We of the flight
& velvet
We of arabic pleasures's
We of sundome & the

us a creed

To

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

Did you freedom exists
in school

Did you know are
running our

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

We're headlong
on the of boredom

We're for death
on the end of a

trying for something
that's found us

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

Cruel

The sevants the power

dog-men & their women
pulling blankets over
our

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

Tower, I roses in
my garden bower;

Royal babies,
must now aborted

in the mud

These mutants,
for the plant that's
they are waiting to us into
the severed

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

like a over-friendly guest you've
to bed

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

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

I not go
Prefer a of friends
To the Giant