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 we exist?
you forgotten the keys
to the
Have you borne yet
& are you
Let's the gods, all teh myths
of the
Celebrate symbols deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the
of the ancient
We need great copulations
The fathers are cackling in
of the
Our is dead in the sea
Do you we are being led to
slaughters by placid
& that fat slow generals are
obscene on young
Do you know we are by T.V.
The moon is dry blood
Guerrilla bands are numbers
in the next block of vine
for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are just
O great creator of
us one more hour to
our art
& our lives
The moths & atheists are divine
&
We live, we die
& death not it
Journey we into the

Cling to
Our flower
to Cunts & cocks
of
We got our vision
by
Columbus got
filled death
(I touched her
& smiled)
We have inside this ancient
& theatre
To propagate our for life
& flee the swarming
of the
The are stormed
The kept
& only one of all the
To dance & us
W/the mockery
of
Music temperament
(When the King's 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 for magic
We of the glove
We of the starling
& velvet
We of arabic breed
We of & the night
Give us
To
A nightr of
Give us in
The
of color
hundred
a rich
for me & for you
& for silky
pillowed
a head,
& a bed
decree
Resident
has thee
We to believe
in the good old
We still
In ways
The of Kindness
& unsporting
Forget &
Did you freedom exists
in school
Did you madmen are
our prisons
w/in a jail, w/in a
w/in a white protestant

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

Cruel
The sevants have the
dog-men & mean women
pulling poor blankets
our
I'm sick of dour
at me from the T.V.
Tower, I roses in
my garden bower;
Royal babies,
must now replace
in the mud
These mutants,
for the plant plowed
they are waiting to take us
the garden
Do you how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death on a hour
unannounced, for
like a scaring guest you've
to bed
Death makes of us all
& us wings
we had shoulders
smooth as

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