Luyện nghe bài hát The Quest

I am
I am
I am searching for faith, beauty and
I am searching for all those who between hip hop and heaven
And all souls set adrift and free bedlam
With headstrong lyrics that rise like smoke from silver incense
I wonder who stole the with the rasping edge
And who banged for baptisms butterflies, serpentine roads and sunsets broken by cicadas
Have we really lost our in an hour?
Are we devoured by faith in the powers that be?
Are these words as tense as bow strings?
we rebuild the tears like sap from rubber trees?
me!
Answer me you t.s. elliots in goose down jackets your felt tip urban hieroglyphs, spliff smoke, and spray paint
Answer me you soliloquists with clenched '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 make arrangements with deities courting them a jangle of gold and silver bangles on their wrist?
I need yearning voices of passion
I need rehearsed create those style of 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 blossoms and ?
You see there will be no toast to the future in the banquet of ?
No golden weaving a carpet of light
No hint of arrogance on puckered
No wind-swept islands and dreams of silence
No riot of flowers and beauty through outmost attention
And no free-style incantations to save the of man
I'm peeling off your straitjacket so you feel the sun my
I wings, a feather, and booms 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 my fingertips to sooth scratches from the vinyl groove?
Has seen faith, beauty and hip hop?
I to find faith, beauty and
Hip hop