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 like smoke from silver incense burners
I wonder who stole the thunder with the rasping
And who banged for baptisms with butterflies, roads and sunsets broken by cicadas
Have we lost our century in an hour?
Are we by blind faith in the powers that be?
Are words as tense as drawn bow strings?
Shall we rebuild the like sap from rubber trees?
me!
Answer me you t.s. elliots in goose down jackets with your felt tip urban hieroglyphs, spliff smoke, and paint
Answer me you soliloquists with clenched fists the mike
Answer me you in adidas
me
Do m.c.'s still howl rhymes into the purple black of
Do they still fight to make arrangements with courting them with a jangle of gold and silver bangles on their wrist?
I need yearning voices of passion
I need rehearsed create those style of faith and
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 there will be no toast to the future in the table of ?
No golden petals 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 incantations to save the of man
I'm peeling off your 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 wondering how are now smokestacks
I'm up all night in silvery with palms of ? ?
Who stole my
Who licked my fingertips to sooth from the vinyl groove?
Has anybody seen faith, and hip hop?
I to find faith, beauty and
Hip hop