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

Do you know the progress
the stars?
Do you know we
you forgotten the keys
to the
you been borne yet
& are you
reinvent the gods, all teh myths
of the
Celebrate symbols deep elder forests
you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient
We great golden copulations
The are cackling in trees
of the
Our is dead in the sea
Do you we are being led to
slaughters by placid
& that fat generals are getting
obscene on blood
Do you we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is dry beast
Guerrilla bands are rolling
in the next of green vine
amassing for on innocent
who are just dying
O great of being
grant us one more to
our art
& our lives
The moths & atheists are doubly
&
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
Columbus got
filled w/green
(I her thigh
& smiled)
We have assembled inside this
& insane
To propagate our for life
& the swarming wisdom
of the
The are stormed
The windows
& one of all the rest
To & save us
W/the divine
of
Music temperament
(When the true murderers
are allowed to roam
a 1000 Magicians in the land)
Where are the
we are
Where is the
The New
(dying on the vine)
mockery
give us an 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
Give us in
The
Give of
hues
a rich
for me & for you
& for silky
house
a head,
& a bed
decree
Resident
has thee
We used to
in the good old
We still
In ways
The things of
& unsporting
Forget &
Did you freedom exists
in school
Did you know are
running our
w/in a jail, w/in a
w/in a white free

We're headlong
on the of boredom
We're for death
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 & their mean
poor blankets over
our
I'm sick of faces
at me from the T.V.
Tower, I want in
my bower; 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 how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death on a stranger
unannounced, for
a scaring over-friendly guest you've
to bed
Death makes of us all
& gives us
we had shoulders
smooth as

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