Luyện nghe bài hát The Quest

I am
I am
I am searching for faith, and hip-hop
I am searching for all those who between hip hop and heaven
And all souls set adrift and from bedlam
With headstrong lyrics that rise like smoke silver incense burners
I wonder who stole the thunder with the edge
And who banged for baptisms with butterflies, serpentine and sunsets broken by cicadas
we really lost our century in an hour?
Are we devoured by blind faith in the powers be?
Are these words as as drawn bow strings?
Shall we rebuild the tears like sap from trees?
me!
Answer me you t.s. elliots in down jackets with your felt tip urban hieroglyphs, spliff smoke, and spray paint
me you soliloquists with clenched fists 'round the mike
Answer me you angels in
me
Do m.c.'s still howl rhymes into the purple of midnight?
Do they still fight to make arrangements with deities courting them with a jangle of gold and silver on their wrist?
I need yearning voices of mangled
I need rehearsed create those style of faith and
I'm searching for hip-hop beats, feet to implore the ? ? ringing across the seagulls to muffle the sun
I'm searching for perfumed blossoms and ?
You see there be no toast to the future in the banquet table of ?
No golden weaving a carpet of light
No hint of arrogance on puckered
No islands and dreams of sun-lit silence
No of flowers and beauty magnified through outmost 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 like birds to better
I'm
I'm wondering how are now smokestacks
I'm up all night in silvery moonlight palms of ? ?
Who stole my
Who licked my fingertips to sooth from the vinyl groove?
Has anybody seen faith, and hip hop?
I have to find faith, and
Hip hop