Luyện nghe bài hát The Quest

I am
I am
I am for faith, beauty and hip-hop
I am searching for all who died between hip hop and heaven
And all souls set adrift and free from
With headstrong lyrics rise like smoke from silver incense burners
I wonder who stole the thunder with the edge
And who banged for baptisms with butterflies, roads and sunsets broken by cicadas
Have we really lost our century in an
Are we by blind faith in the powers that be?
Are these words as tense as drawn bow
Shall we rebuild the tears like sap from trees?
me!
Answer me you t.s. elliots in goose down jackets with your felt tip hieroglyphs, spliff smoke, and spray paint
Answer me you soliloquists with clenched fists 'round the
Answer me you angels in
me
Do m.c.'s still howl rhymes the purple black of midnight?
Do they still fight to make arrangements with deities courting them with a 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 beats, stomping feet to implore the ? ? ringing across the seagulls to muffle the sun
I'm searching for perfumed cherry and ?
You see there will be no toast to the future in the table of ?
No golden petals a carpet of light
No of arrogance on puckered lips
No wind-swept islands and of sun-lit silence
No riot of flowers and beauty through outmost attention
And no free-style to save the souls of man
I'm peeling off your straitjacket so you the sun my friend
I wings, a feather, and booms so we can fly like birds to better lands
I'm
I'm wondering how temples are now
I'm up all in silvery moonlight with palms of ? ?
Who stole my
Who my fingertips to sooth scratches from the vinyl groove?
Has anybody faith, beauty and hip hop?
I have to faith, beauty and
Hip hop