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

Do you know the warm
under the
Do you we exist?
you forgotten the keys
to the
Have you borne yet
& are you
Let's the gods, all teh myths
of the
Celebrate symbols deep elder forests
[Have you the lessons
of the ancient
We need golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in
of the
Our mother is in the sea
Do you know we are led to
slaughters by placid
& fat slow generals are getting
on young blood
Do you we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is dry beast
Guerrilla bands are rolling
in the next block of vine
for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are just
O creator of being
us one more hour to
our art
& perfect our
The moths & atheists are doubly
&
We live, we die
& not ends it
we more into the

Cling to
Our passion'd
Cling to Cunts &
of
We got our vision
by
Columbus got
w/green death
(I her thigh
& smiled)
We have inside this ancient
& insane
To propagate our lust for
& the swarming wisdom
of the
The are stormed
The windows
& one of all the rest
To & save us
divine mockery
of
Music inflames
(When the true King's
are to roam free
a Magicians arise in the land)
are the feasts
we are
is the wine
The New
(dying on the vine)
resident
give us an hour for
We of the purple
We of the starling
& hour
We of arabic breed
We of sundome & the
Give us
To
A of lust
us trust in
The
Give of
hundred
a rich
for me & for you
& for your
pillowed
a head,
& a bed
Troubled
mockery
has thee
We used to
in the old days
We receive
In ways
The of Kindness
& brow
Forget &
Did you know freedom
in books
Did you know are
our prisons
w/in a jail, w/in a
w/in a white free

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

Cruel
The sevants the power
& their mean women
pulling poor over
our
I'm sick of faces
at me from the T.V.
Tower, I roses in
my garden bower;
Royal babies,
must now aborted
in the mud
These mutants,
for the plant plowed
are waiting to take us into
the garden
Do you know how pale & thrillful
comes death on a hour
unannounced, for
like a over-friendly guest you've
to bed
Death angels of us all
& us wings
we had shoulders
smooth as

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