Luyện nghe bài hát The Quest

I am
I am
I am for faith, beauty and hip-hop
I am searching for all those who died between hip hop and
And all souls set and free from bedlam
With headstrong lyrics that rise smoke from silver incense burners
I wonder who stole the with the rasping edge
And who banged for with butterflies, serpentine roads and sunsets broken by cicadas
Have we really our century in an hour?
Are we devoured by blind faith in the that 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 goose down jackets with your felt tip urban hieroglyphs, spliff smoke, and spray
Answer me you soliloquists with clenched fists 'round the
me you angels in adidas
me
Do m.c.'s still howl rhymes into the purple of midnight?
Do they still fight to make arrangements deities courting them with a jangle of gold and silver bangles on their wrist?
I need yearning voices of mangled
I need rehearsed those style of faith and fashion
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 will be no toast to the future in the banquet table of ?
No golden petals weaving a carpet of
No of arrogance on puckered lips
No wind-swept islands and dreams of silence
No riot of flowers and beauty magnified through attention
And no free-style incantations to save the of man
I'm peeling off straitjacket so you feel the sun my friend
I want wings, a feather, and so we can fly like birds to better lands
I'm
I'm how temples are now smokestacks
I'm up all night in silvery with palms of ? ?
Who stole my
Who licked my to sooth scratches from the vinyl groove?
Has anybody seen faith, and hip hop?
I have to find faith, and
Hip hop