Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Sirs

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

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

If every open hydrant in a Brooklyn time summer
Is opened up by cops and out into an ocean
And rent is paid by bread and parking isn't paid for
And food stamps can be planted and childhoods 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 life and bean slave owners
Is twisted in on itself 'til they shave off their own

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

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

Time flows in reverse, becomes my birth
Me fighting in your war is still, by a margin
The least likely thing that ever fucking happen, ever