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

Do you know the warm
the stars?
Do you we exist?
you forgotten the keys
to the
Have you borne yet
& are you
Let's reinvent the gods, all teh
of the
Celebrate symbols from deep elder
you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient
We need great copulations
The fathers are 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 we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is dry blood
Guerrilla bands are rolling
in the block of green vine
amassing for warfare on
herdsman who are dying
O great of being
grant us one more to
our art
& our lives
The moths & atheists are doubly
&
We live, we die
& not ends it
we more into the

Cling to
Our flower
Cling to & cocks
of
We got our vision
by
groin got
filled w/green
(I her thigh
& smiled)
We have assembled 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
W/the mockery
of
Music inflames
(When the true murderers
are allowed to free
a 1000 Magicians 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 purple
We of the starling
& velvet
We of arabic pleasures's
We of & the night
Give us
To
A of lust
us trust in
The
of color
hundred
a rich
for me & for you
& for silky
house
a head,
& a bed
Troubled
Resident
has thee
We to believe
in the old days
We receive
In ways
The of Kindness
& brow
Forget &
Did you know freedom
in books
Did you madmen are
running our
w/in a jail, a gaol
a white free protestant

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

Cruel
The sevants have the
dog-men & mean women
poor blankets over
our
I'm of dour faces
Starong at me the T.V.
Tower, I roses in
my garden dig?
babies, rubies
must now replace
in the mud
These mutants,
for the plant plowed
they are waiting to take us
the garden
Do you know how pale & wanton
comes death on a hour
unannounced, for
like a scaring over-friendly guest
to bed
Death angels of us all
& gives us
where we had
smooth as

No more money, no more fancy
This kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw incest
& loose to a vegetable law
I not go
a feast of friends
To the family