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
you been borne yet
& are you
reinvent the gods, all teh myths
of the
Celebrate symbols from elder forests
[Have you the lessons
of the war]
We need great golden
The are cackling in trees
of the
Our mother is in the sea
Do you know we are led to
slaughters by placid
& that fat generals are getting
on young blood
Do you we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is dry blood
Guerrilla bands are numbers
in the block of green vine
for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are just
O great creator of
grant us one more to
our art
& perfect our
The moths & are doubly divine
&
We live, we die
& death not it
Journey we into the

Cling to
Our passion'd
to Cunts & cocks
of
We got our final
by
Columbus got
w/green death
(I her thigh
& smiled)
We assembled inside this ancient
& theatre
To propagate our for life
& the swarming wisdom
of the
The are stormed
The kept
& only one of all the
To & save us
W/the divine
of
Music inflames
(When the true murderers
are allowed to roam
a 1000 arise in the land)
Where are the
we are
is the wine
The New
(dying on the vine)
resident
give us an hour for
We of the glove
We of the starling
& 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
pillowed
a head,
& a bed
Troubled
mockery
has claimed
We to believe
in the good old
We still
In little
The things of
& unsporting
& allow
Did you freedom exists
in school
Did you madmen are
running our
a jail, w/in a gaol
w/in a free protestant

We're headlong
on the edge of
reaching for death
on the end of a
trying for something
that's already 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 dig?
Royal babies,
now replace aborted
in the mud
These mutants,
for the plant plowed
they are waiting to us into
the severed
Do you know how pale & thrillful
comes on a stranger hour
unannounced, for
like a scaring over-friendly guest
to bed
Death angels of us all
& us wings
we had shoulders
smooth as

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