Luyện nghe bài hát The Quest

I am
I am
I am searching for faith, and hip-hop
I am for all those who died between hip hop and heaven
And all souls set adrift and free from
headstrong lyrics that rise like smoke from silver incense burners
I wonder who stole the thunder with the rasping
And who banged for baptisms with butterflies, serpentine roads and sunsets broken by
Have we lost our century in an hour?
Are we devoured by blind in the powers that be?
Are these words as tense as bow strings?
Shall we rebuild the tears like sap rubber trees?
me!
Answer me you t.s. elliots in goose down 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 rhymes into the purple black of
Do they still fight to arrangements with deities courting them with a jangle of gold and silver bangles on their wrist?
I need yearning voices of passion
I need rehearsed those style of faith and fashion
I'm searching for hip-hop beats, stomping feet to implore the ? ? across the seagulls to muffle the sun
I'm for perfumed cherry blossoms and ?
You see there will be no toast to the future in the table of ?
No golden petals weaving a of light
No hint of on puckered lips
No islands and dreams of sun-lit silence
No riot of flowers and beauty magnified through outmost
And no free-style incantations to the souls of man
I'm peeling off your 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 night in moonlight 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