Luyện nghe bài hát The Quest

I am
I am
I am searching for faith, beauty and
I am searching for all who died between hip hop and heaven
And all set adrift and free from bedlam
With headstrong lyrics that rise like smoke from incense burners
I wonder who the thunder with the rasping edge
And who banged for with butterflies, serpentine roads and sunsets broken by cicadas
Have we really lost our century in an
Are we devoured by faith in the powers that be?
Are these words as tense as bow strings?
we rebuild the tears like sap from rubber trees?
me!
Answer me you t.s. elliots in goose down jackets your felt tip urban hieroglyphs, spliff smoke, and spray paint
Answer me you soliloquists with fists 'round the mike
me you angels in adidas
me
Do m.c.'s still howl rhymes the purple black of midnight?
Do they still fight to make arrangements with deities courting with a jangle of gold and silver bangles on their wrist?
I need yearning of mangled passion
I need rehearsed create style of faith and fashion
I'm searching for hip-hop beats, stomping feet to implore the ? ? ringing across the 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 weaving a carpet of light
No hint of arrogance on lips
No wind-swept islands and dreams of silence
No riot of flowers and beauty magnified through attention
And no free-style to save the souls of man
I'm peeling off straitjacket so you feel the sun my friend
I want wings, a feather, and booms so we can fly birds to better lands
I'm
I'm wondering how temples are now
I'm up all in silvery moonlight with palms of ? ?
Who my afro-pick?
Who my fingertips to sooth scratches from the vinyl groove?
Has anybody seen faith, and hip hop?
I to find faith, beauty and
Hip hop