Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer / Hour For Magic / Freedom Exists / A Feast Of Friends

Do you know the progress
under the
Do you know we
you forgotten the keys
to the
you been borne yet
& are you
Let's reinvent the gods, all teh
of the
Celebrate symbols from deep forests
[Have you forgotten the
of the ancient
We need great copulations
The fathers are cackling in
of the
Our mother is in the sea
Do you we are being led to
by placid admirals
& that fat slow generals are
on young blood
Do you know we are by T.V.
The moon is dry blood
bands are rolling numbers
in the next block of green
amassing for warfare on
who are just dying
O creator of being
grant us one more to
our art
& perfect our
The moths & are doubly divine
&
We live, we die
& death not it
Journey we into the

Cling to
Our flower
Cling to & cocks
of
We got our final
by
Columbus got
filled w/green
(I touched her
& smiled)
We have inside this ancient
& theatre
To propagate our lust for
& flee the swarming
of the
The are stormed
The kept
& only one of all the
To & save us
divine mockery
of
Music inflames
(When the King's murderers
are allowed to roam
a 1000 arise in the land)
Where are the
we are
Where is the
The New
(dying on the vine)
resident
us an hour for magic
We of the purple
We of the flight
& hour
We of arabic pleasures's
We of & the night
Give us
To
A of lust
us trust in
The
Give of
hundred
a rich
for me & for you
& for silky
pillowed
a head,
& a bed
Troubled
mockery
has thee
We used to
in the old days
We still
In ways
The things of
& unsporting
& allow
Did you know exists
in school
Did you know are
running our
a jail, w/in a gaol
w/in a free protestant

We're perched
on the edge of
We're for death
on the end of a
We're for something
that's already us
Wow, I'm sick of
Live in the light of

Cruel
The have the power
dog-men & their women
pulling poor over
our
I'm sick of faces
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 that's plowed
they are waiting to us into
the severed
Do you know how & wanton thrillful
comes on a stranger hour
unannounced, for
like a scaring over-friendly guest
to bed
Death makes of us all
& gives us
we had shoulders
smooth as

No money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom by far the best
until its other jaw incest
& obedience to a vegetable law
I not go
Prefer a feast of
To the Giant