Luyện nghe bài hát The Quest

I am
I am
I am searching for faith, beauty and
I am searching for all those who died hip hop and heaven
And all set adrift and free from bedlam
With lyrics that rise like smoke from silver incense burners
I wonder who stole the thunder with the edge
And who banged for baptisms with butterflies, serpentine roads and sunsets broken by
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 from rubber
me!
Answer me you t.s. in goose down jackets with your felt tip urban hieroglyphs, spliff smoke, and spray paint
Answer me you soliloquists clenched fists 'round the mike
Answer me you angels in
me
Do m.c.'s still howl into the purple black of midnight?
Do still fight to make arrangements with deities courting them with a jangle of gold and silver bangles 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, stomping feet to implore the ? ? ringing across the seagulls to the sun
I'm searching for perfumed blossoms and ?
You see there will be no to the future in the banquet table of ?
No petals weaving a carpet of light
No hint of arrogance on puckered
No wind-swept islands and dreams of sun-lit
No riot of flowers and beauty magnified through outmost
And no free-style to save the souls of man
I'm peeling off your straitjacket so you feel the sun my
I want wings, a feather, and booms so we can fly like birds to lands
I'm
I'm how temples are now smokestacks
I'm up all night in moonlight with palms of ? ?
Who my afro-pick?
Who licked my fingertips to sooth from the vinyl groove?
Has anybody faith, beauty and hip hop?
I to find faith, beauty and
Hip hop