Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Sirs

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

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

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

If could power space ships that safely ship the creators
Of and gun powder to the graves of all who faced it
And the slurping of bureaucrat life and bean counting slave owners
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 every CIA
And dust heads get an angel and an acres worth of
And the turn to clouds and the stupid aren't so proud

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

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