Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Sirs

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

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

If every hydrant in a Brooklyn time summer moment
Is opened up by cops and folds out 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 could power space 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 they shave off their own faces

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

And the grimace mongrels of infected money
Slobbing pesticrats ignite into a brilliant of light
And mercy is the rule and the mercy too
And the desert comes in Brooklyn and the president to school

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