Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer

Do you the warm progress
the stars?

Do you we exist?

Have you forgotten the
to the

you been borne yet
& are you

Let's reinvent the gods, all teh
of the

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

We need great golden

The are cackling in trees
of the

Our mother is in the sea

Do you we are being led to
slaughters by placid

& fat slow generals are getting
obscene on young

Do you we are ruled by T.V.

The is dry blood beast

Guerrilla bands are rolling
in the block of green vine

for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are just

O creator of being

us one more hour to
our art
& our lives

The & atheists 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

Columbus got
filled death

(I touched her
& smiled)

We assembled inside this ancient
& insane

To our lust for life
& flee the swarming
of the

The barns are

The windows

& only one of all the

To dance & us

divine mockery
of

Music inflames

(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)
resident
give us an hour for
We of the glove
We of the flight
& velvet
We of arabic pleasures's
We of sundome & the

Give us a

To

A of lust
Give us in
The
of color
hundred
a rich
for me & for you
& for silky
pillowed
a head,
& a bed
decree
Resident
has claimed
We used to
in the good old
We still
In ways
The things of
& unsporting
& allow

Did you know freedom
in books

Did you know are
running our

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

We're perched
on the of boredom

reaching for death
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 & their mean
pulling poor over
our

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

Tower, I roses in
my garden bower;

babies, rubies
must now replace

in the mud

These mutants,
for the that's 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
& gives us
we had shoulders
smooth as

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

I not go
Prefer a feast of
To the family