Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer

Do you know the progress
under the

Do you know we

Have you forgotten the
to the

you been borne yet
& are you

reinvent the gods, all teh myths
of the

Celebrate from deep elder forests
you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient

We need golden copulations

The fathers are in trees
of the

Our mother is in the sea

Do you we are being led to
by placid admirals

& that fat slow generals are
on young blood

Do you we are ruled by T.V.

The moon is dry blood

bands are rolling numbers
in the next of green vine

for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are dying

O creator of being

us one more hour to
our art
& perfect our

The & atheists are doubly divine
&

We live, we die
& not ends it

Journey we more the

Cling to
Our flower

Cling to & cocks
of

We got our final
by

groin got
filled w/green

(I touched her
& smiled)

We assembled inside this ancient
& theatre

To propagate our for life
& flee the swarming
of the

The barns are

The windows

& one of all the rest

To & save us

divine mockery
of

Music inflames

(When the true King's
are to roam free
a 1000 Magicians in the land)

are the feasts
we are

is the wine
The New
(dying on the vine)
mockery
give us an hour for
We of the purple
We of the starling
& velvet
We of arabic breed
We of & the night

Give us a

To

A nightr of
Give us in
The
Give of
hundred
a mandala
for me & for you
& for silky
house
a head,
& a bed
decree
Resident
has thee
We used to
in the good old
We receive
In ways
The of Kindness
& unsporting
& allow

Did you know freedom
in school

Did you know are
running our

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

We're headlong
on the edge of

We're for death
on the end of a

We're for something
that's already us

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

Cruel

The sevants the power

dog-men & their mean
pulling blankets over
our

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

Tower, I want in
my garden dig?

babies, rubies
must now aborted

in the mud

These mutants,
for the that's plowed
they are waiting to take us
the severed

Do you know how pale & thrillful
comes death on a hour
unannounced, for

like a scaring guest you've
to bed

Death angels of us all
& gives us
where we had
smooth as

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

I not go
Prefer a of friends
To the Giant