Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer

Do you know the warm
the stars?

Do you we exist?

you forgotten the keys
to the

you been borne yet
& are you

reinvent the gods, all teh myths
of the

Celebrate symbols deep elder forests
you forgotten the lessons
of the war]

We need great golden

The are cackling in trees
of the

Our is dead in the sea

Do you know we are led to
slaughters by placid

& that fat slow are getting
on young blood

Do you we are ruled by T.V.

The is dry blood beast

bands are rolling numbers
in the next of green vine

for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are just

O creator of being

grant us one more to
our art
& our lives

The moths & atheists are doubly
&

We live, we die
& not ends it

Journey we into the

Cling to
Our flower

Cling to Cunts &
of

We got our final
by

groin got
filled death

(I her thigh
& smiled)

We have assembled this ancient
& insane

To our lust for life
& flee the swarming
of the

The barns are

The windows

& only one of all the

To dance & us

W/the divine
of

Music inflames

(When the true murderers
are to roam free
a 1000 Magicians in the land)

are the feasts
we are

Where is the
The New
(dying on the vine)
mockery
give us an hour for
We of the glove
We of the flight
& hour
We of arabic pleasures's
We of sundome & the

us a creed

To

A of lust
us trust in
The
of color
hundred
a mandala
for me & for you
& for silky
pillowed
a head,
& a bed
decree
Resident
has claimed
We used to
in the good old
We still
In ways
The things of
& brow
& allow

Did you freedom exists
in books

Did you madmen are
our prisons

w/in a jail, w/in a
a white free protestant

We're perched
on the of boredom

We're for death
on the end of a

trying for something
that's already us

Wow, I'm sick of
in the light of certain

Cruel

The have the power

& their mean women
pulling poor over
our

I'm sick of faces
Starong at me the T.V.

Tower, I want in
my garden dig?

Royal babies,
must now aborted

in the mud

These mutants,
for the plant plowed
they are waiting to us into
the severed

Do you how pale & wanton thrillful
comes on a stranger hour
unannounced, for

like a over-friendly guest you've
to bed

Death angels of us all
& gives us
where we had
as raven's

No money, no more fancy dress
This kingdom seems by far the best
its other jaw reveals incest
& loose to a vegetable law

I not go
Prefer a feast of
To the Giant