Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer

Do you the warm progress
the stars?

Do you know we

you forgotten the keys
to the

Have you borne yet
& are you

reinvent the gods, all teh myths
of the

symbols from deep elder forests
[Have you the lessons
of the war]

We great golden copulations

The fathers are cackling in
of the

Our mother is in the sea

Do you know we are led to
slaughters by placid

& that fat generals are getting
on young blood

Do you we are ruled by T.V.

The is dry blood beast

Guerrilla bands are numbers
in the next block of vine

amassing for warfare on
herdsman who are dying

O great creator of

us one more hour to
our art
& our lives

The moths & are doubly divine
&

We live, we die
& not ends it

Journey we into the

Cling to
Our passion'd

Cling to Cunts &
of

We got our vision
by

groin got
filled death

(I her thigh
& smiled)

We have assembled this ancient
& insane

To propagate our lust for
& flee the wisdom
of the

The are stormed

The kept

& only one of all the

To & save us

divine mockery
of

Music inflames

(When the King's murderers
are allowed to free
a 1000 arise in the land)

are the feasts
we are

Where is the
The New
(dying on the vine)
resident
give us an for magic
We of the purple
We of the flight
& velvet
We of arabic breed
We of sundome & the

Give us a

To

A nightr of
Give us in
The
of color
hundred
a rich
for me & for you
& for your
pillowed
a head,
& a bed
Troubled
mockery
has claimed
We to believe
in the good old
We still
In little
The things of
& brow
& allow

Did you freedom exists
in books

Did you madmen are
our prisons

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

We're headlong
on the edge of

We're for death
on the end of a

trying for something
that's found us

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

bindings

The sevants the power

dog-men & their mean
poor blankets over
our

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

Tower, I roses in
my garden bower;

Royal babies,
now replace aborted

in the mud

These mutants,
for the plant that's
they are to take us into
the severed

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

like a scaring over-friendly guest
to bed

Death makes of us all
& us wings
where we had
smooth as

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

I not go
a feast of friends
To the family