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 we exist?
Have you forgotten the
to the
you been borne yet
& are you
Let's reinvent the gods, all teh
of the
Celebrate symbols from elder forests
you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient
We great golden copulations
The fathers are in trees
of the
Our mother is in the sea
Do you know we are led to
slaughters by placid
& that fat slow generals are
obscene on young
Do you we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is dry beast
Guerrilla bands are rolling
in the next block of green
amassing for warfare on
herdsman who are dying
O great of being
us one more hour to
our art
& perfect our
The moths & are doubly divine
&
We live, we die
& death not it
Journey we into the

Cling to
Our flower
Cling to & cocks
of
We got our final
by
groin got
filled w/green
(I touched her
& smiled)
We have assembled this ancient
& insane
To propagate our lust for
& flee the swarming
of the
The are stormed
The kept
& only one of all the
To & save us
W/the divine
of
Music temperament
(When the true murderers
are allowed to free
a Magicians arise in the land)
are the feasts
we are
is the wine
The New
(dying on the vine)
mockery
give us an hour for
We of the purple
We of the starling
& velvet
We of pleasures's breed
We of & the night
us creed
To
A of lust
us trust in
The
Give of
hues
a rich
for me & for you
& for your
pillowed
a head,
& a bed
decree
Resident
has claimed
We used to
in the old days
We still
In ways
The things of
& brow
Forget &
Did you know freedom
in school
Did you know are
running our
a jail, w/in a gaol
w/in a white free

We're headlong
on the edge of
reaching for death
on the end of a
We're for something
already found us
Wow, I'm sick of
Live in the light of

Cruel
The sevants have the
dog-men & mean women
pulling blankets over
our
I'm sick of faces
Starong at me the T.V.
Tower, I want in
my bower; dig?
babies, rubies
must now aborted
in the mud
These mutants,
for the plant plowed
they are waiting to take us
the severed
Do you know how pale & thrillful
comes death on a hour
unannounced, for
like a scaring guest you've
to bed
Death angels of us all
& us wings
where we had
as raven's

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