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 souls set adrift and free from
With headstrong lyrics that rise smoke from silver incense burners
I wonder who stole the thunder the rasping edge
And who for baptisms with butterflies, serpentine roads and sunsets broken by cicadas
Have we really lost our century in an
Are we by blind faith in the powers 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 jackets with your felt tip urban hieroglyphs, spliff smoke, and spray paint
Answer me you with clenched fists 'round the mike
me you angels in adidas
me
Do m.c.'s still rhymes into the purple black 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 create those style of and fashion
I'm searching for hip-hop beats, stomping to implore the ? ? ringing across the seagulls to muffle the sun
I'm searching for cherry blossoms and ?
You see will be no toast to the future in the banquet table of ?
No golden petals weaving a carpet of
No hint of arrogance on lips
No islands and dreams of sun-lit silence
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 silvery moonlight palms of ? ?
Who stole my
Who licked my fingertips to sooth scratches the vinyl groove?
Has anybody faith, beauty and hip hop?
I have to faith, beauty and
Hip hop