Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Sirs

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

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

If open hydrant in a Brooklyn 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 stamps can be planted and childhoods can't be damaged

If fire could power space that safely ship the creators
Of dynamite and gun powder to the graves of all who it
And the nerf of bureaucrat life and bean counting slave owners
Is twisted in on itself 'til they off their 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 worth of rainbow
And the projects to clouds and the stupid aren't so proud

And the snivelling grimace mongrels of money
pesticrats 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 president 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 fucking happen, ever