Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Sirs

Dear
If the comes alive on Flatbush Ave with toothy smiles
Comprised of traffic cones and become eyes
And birds burst into flames while singing praises
And fold into the sky and rain down ashy

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

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

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

If all the coke and crack in the is collected in a top hat
And force fed to the of every CIA agent
And heads get an angel and an acres worth of rainbow
And the turn to clouds and the stupid aren't so proud

And the snivelling grimace mongrels of money
Slobbing pesticrats ignite into a brilliant beam of
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, death becomes my
Me fighting in your war is still, by a margin
The least likely thing that will ever happen, ever