Luyện nghe bài hát The Quest

I am
I am
I am searching for faith, beauty and
I am searching for all those who between hip hop and heaven
And all souls set adrift and free from
With headstrong lyrics that rise like smoke from silver burners
I who stole the thunder with the rasping edge
And who banged for baptisms with butterflies, serpentine roads and broken by cicadas
Have we really lost our century in an
Are we devoured by blind faith in the powers be?
Are these words as tense as drawn bow
Shall we rebuild the tears like sap rubber trees?
me!
Answer me you t.s. elliots in goose down jackets with your felt tip urban hieroglyphs, spliff smoke, and paint
Answer me you soliloquists with clenched 'round the mike
Answer me you angels in
me
Do m.c.'s howl rhymes into the purple black of midnight?
Do they fight to make arrangements with deities courting them with a jangle of gold and silver bangles on their wrist?
I need voices of mangled passion
I need rehearsed create those style of faith and
I'm searching for hip-hop beats, stomping feet to the ? ? ringing across the seagulls to muffle the sun
I'm searching for perfumed blossoms and ?
You see there will be no toast to the future in the table of ?
No petals weaving a carpet of light
No hint of on puckered lips
No wind-swept islands and dreams of silence
No riot of flowers and magnified through outmost attention
And no free-style incantations to save the of man
I'm peeling off your so you feel the sun my friend
I want wings, a feather, and booms so we can fly like to better lands
I'm
I'm wondering how temples are now
I'm up all night in moonlight with palms of ? ?
Who stole my
Who licked my fingertips to sooth scratches the vinyl groove?
Has anybody faith, beauty and hip hop?
I have to find faith, and
Hip hop