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?
Have you forgotten the
to the
Have you been yet
& are you
Let's reinvent the gods, all teh
of the
symbols from deep elder forests
[Have you 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
slaughters by placid
& that fat slow generals are
obscene on young
Do you know we are by T.V.
The moon is dry beast
bands are rolling numbers
in the next of green vine
amassing for on innocent
herdsman who are just
O great of being
grant us one hour to
our art
& perfect our
The moths & are doubly divine
&
We live, we die
& not ends it
we more into the

Cling to
Our flower
Cling to Cunts &
of
We got our vision
by
groin got
filled w/green
(I touched her
& smiled)
We have assembled this ancient
& theatre
To propagate our for life
& the swarming wisdom
of the
The are stormed
The windows
& one of all the rest
To & save us
divine mockery
of
Music temperament
(When the King's murderers
are allowed to free
a 1000 arise in the land)
are the feasts
we are
Where is the
The New
(dying on the vine)
mockery
give us an hour for
We of the purple
We of the flight
& hour
We of arabic pleasures's
We of sundome & the
us creed
To
A nightr of
us trust in
The
of color
hundred
a rich
for me & for you
& for your
house
a head,
& a bed
Troubled
mockery
has thee
We used to
in the good old
We still
In little
The of Kindness
& brow
& allow
Did you know freedom
in school
Did you know are
running our
w/in a jail, w/in a
a white free protestant

We're headlong
on the of boredom
We're for death
on the end of a
We're trying for
already found us
Wow, I'm of doubt
Live in the of certain

Cruel
The sevants the power
dog-men & their women
pulling blankets over
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 know how pale & wanton
death on a stranger hour
unannounced, for
like a scaring over-friendly you've
to bed
Death angels of us all
& gives us
we had shoulders
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