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

Do you the warm progress
under the
Do you know we
you forgotten the keys
to the
Have you borne yet
& are you
Let's the gods, all teh myths
of the
Celebrate symbols from deep elder
you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient
We need great golden
The fathers are cackling in
of the
Our mother is in the sea
Do you we are being led to
slaughters by placid
& that fat generals are getting
on young blood
Do you we are ruled by T.V.
The is dry blood beast
bands are rolling numbers
in the block of green vine
for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are dying
O creator of being
us one more hour to
our art
& perfect our
The & atheists are doubly divine
&
We live, we die
& death not it
we more into the

Cling to
Our passion'd
Cling to Cunts &
of
We got our vision
by
groin got
filled w/green
(I touched her
& smiled)
We assembled inside this ancient
& theatre
To propagate our for life
& flee the swarming
of the
The barns are
The kept
& only one of all the
To & save us
divine mockery
of
inflames temperament
(When the King's murderers
are allowed to free
a 1000 Magicians in the land)
Where are the
we are
is the wine
The New
(dying on the vine)
mockery
give us an for magic
We of the purple
We of the flight
& velvet
We of arabic breed
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
Troubled
Resident
has thee
We to believe
in the good old
We receive
In ways
The things of
& brow
Forget &
Did you freedom exists
in school
Did you madmen are
running our
w/in a jail, a gaol
a white free protestant

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

Cruel
The sevants the power
dog-men & mean women
pulling blankets over
our
I'm sick of dour
Starong at me the T.V.
Tower, I roses in
my garden dig?
babies, rubies
must now aborted
in the mud
These mutants,
for the plant that's
they are waiting to us into
the garden
Do you know how pale & thrillful
comes on a stranger hour
unannounced, for
a scaring over-friendly guest you've
to bed
Death angels of us all
& us wings
we had shoulders
smooth as

No more money, no more dress
other 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 Giant