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
Have you the keys
to the
Have you borne yet
& are you
reinvent the gods, all teh myths
of the
Celebrate symbols deep elder forests
[Have you the lessons
of the war]
We need golden copulations
The fathers are in trees
of the
Our mother is in the sea
Do you we are being led to
slaughters by placid
& that fat slow are getting
on young blood
Do you we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is dry beast
Guerrilla bands are numbers
in the block of green vine
amassing for on innocent
herdsman who are dying
O great creator of
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 passion'd
to Cunts & cocks
of
We got our final
by
groin got
filled w/green
(I touched her
& smiled)
We have assembled inside ancient
& insane
To propagate our lust for
& flee the swarming
of the
The are stormed
The kept
& one of all the rest
To & save us
divine mockery
of
Music temperament
(When the true King's
are allowed to roam
a Magicians arise in the land)
Where are the
we are
is the wine
The New
(dying on the vine)
resident
give us an for magic
We of the purple
We of the starling
& hour
We of arabic pleasures's
We of sundome & the
Give us
To
A of lust
Give us in
The
of color
hundred
a rich
for me & for you
& for your
house
a head,
& a bed
decree
Resident
has claimed
We to believe
in the old days
We still
In ways
The of Kindness
& brow
& allow
Did you freedom exists
in books
Did you madmen are
running our
a jail, w/in a gaol
w/in a white protestant

We're headlong
on the of boredom
We're reaching for
on the end of a
trying for something
that's already us
Wow, I'm of doubt
in the light of certain

Cruel
The sevants have the
dog-men & their women
pulling poor over
our
I'm of dour faces
Starong at me the T.V.
Tower, I roses in
my garden dig?
Royal babies,
now replace aborted
in the mud
These mutants,
for the plant that's
they are to take us into
the garden
Do you how pale & wanton thrillful
death on a stranger hour
unannounced, for
like a scaring guest you've
to bed
Death makes of us all
& us wings
we had shoulders
smooth as

No money, no more fancy dress
other kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals
& loose obedience to a law
I not go
a feast of friends
To the Giant