Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer

Do you the warm progress
the stars?

Do you we exist?

Have you the keys
to the

Have you been yet
& are you

Let's reinvent the gods, all teh
of the

Celebrate symbols from deep elder
you forgotten the lessons
of the war]

We need great copulations

The fathers are in trees
of the

Our is dead in the sea

Do you we are being led to
slaughters by admirals

& that fat generals are getting
obscene on young

Do you we are ruled by T.V.

The moon is dry beast

bands are rolling numbers
in the next block of green

amassing for on innocent
herdsman who are dying

O great creator of

grant us one more to
our art
& perfect our

The moths & atheists are doubly
&

We live, we die
& not ends it

Journey we into the

Cling to
Our passion'd

to Cunts & cocks
of

We got our final
by

Columbus got
w/green death

(I her thigh
& smiled)

We have assembled inside this
& theatre

To our lust for life
& flee the swarming
of the

The barns are

The windows

& one of all the rest

To dance & us

W/the divine
of

Music temperament

(When the true King's
are allowed to free
a 1000 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 purple
We of the flight
& velvet
We of arabic breed
We of sundome & the

us a creed

To

A of lust
us trust in
The
of color
hundred
a rich
for me & for you
& for your
pillowed
a head,
& a bed
decree
Resident
has thee
We to believe
in the old days
We receive
In little
The of Kindness
& unsporting
& allow

Did you freedom exists
in books

Did you know are
our prisons

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

We're perched
on the edge of

We're reaching for
on the end of a

trying for something
that's already us

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

Cruel

The sevants have the

dog-men & mean women
poor blankets over
our

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

Tower, I want in
my bower; dig?

Royal babies,
must now replace

in the mud

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

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

like a scaring guest you've
to bed

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

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

I not go
Prefer a feast of
To the family