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 between hip hop and
And all souls set adrift and free bedlam
With headstrong lyrics that rise like smoke from silver burners
I who stole the thunder with the rasping edge
And who banged for baptisms with butterflies, serpentine and sunsets broken by cicadas
Have we really our century in an hour?
Are we devoured by blind faith in the that be?
Are words as tense as drawn bow strings?
we rebuild the tears like sap from rubber trees?
me!
Answer me you t.s. elliots in goose down jackets with your tip urban hieroglyphs, spliff smoke, and spray paint
Answer me you soliloquists with fists 'round the mike
Answer me you 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 yearning voices of mangled passion
I need rehearsed those style of faith and fashion
I'm searching for hip-hop beats, stomping feet to implore the ? ? ringing across the 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 carpet of
No hint of arrogance on puckered
No islands and dreams of sun-lit silence
No riot of flowers and magnified through outmost attention
And no free-style incantations to the souls of man
I'm peeling off your straitjacket so you feel the sun my
I want wings, a feather, and so we can fly like birds to better lands
I'm
I'm wondering how temples are now
I'm up all in silvery moonlight with palms of ? ?
Who my afro-pick?
Who licked my fingertips to sooth scratches from the vinyl
Has anybody faith, beauty and hip hop?
I have to find faith, and
Hip hop