Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Sirs

Dear
If the pavement alive on Flatbush Ave with toothy smiles
Comprised of traffic cones and manholes become
And birds burst into while singing Satan's praises
And into the sky and rain down ashy danger

If office empties and all slaves walk in dazes
To a pool of liquid money where bathe blissfully naked
And drugs no longer taunt me and flooze around my
And every woman beating rapist is securely in their

If open hydrant in a Brooklyn time summer moment
Is up by cops and folds out into an ocean
And rent is paid by bread literally and parking paid for
And food can be planted and childhoods can't be damaged

If fire could space ships that safely ship the creators
Of and gun powder to the graves of all who faced it
And the slurping nerf of bureaucrat and bean counting slave owners
Is twisted in on itself they shave off their own faces

If all the coke and in the nation is collected in a top hat
And force fed to the children of every CIA
And dust heads get an and an acres worth of rainbow
And the projects turn to clouds and the aren't so proud

And the snivelling grimace mongrels of money
Slobbing pesticrats ignite into a beam of light
And is the rule and the exception's mercy too
And the desert comes in Brooklyn and the goes to school

Time in reverse, death becomes my birth
Me in your war is still, by a large margin
The least likely that will ever fucking happen, ever