Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Sirs

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

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

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

If fire could power ships that safely ship the creators
Of dynamite and gun 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 crack in the nation is in a top hat
And force fed to the of every CIA agent
And dust heads get an angel and an worth of rainbow
And the projects turn to clouds and the stupid so proud

And the grimace mongrels of infected money
pesticrats ignite into a brilliant beam of light
And mercy is the 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 fighting in your war is still, by a margin
The likely thing that will ever fucking happen, ever