Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Sirs

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

If every empties and all slaves walk in dazes
To a pool of liquid money where they bathe blissfully
And drugs no longer me and flooze 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 by bread literally and parking isn't paid for
And food can be planted and childhoods can't be damaged

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

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

And the snivelling mongrels of infected money
Slobbing ignite into a brilliant 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 flows in reverse, death my birth
Me fighting in your war is still, by a margin
The least likely thing that will ever happen, ever