Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Sirs

Dear
If the comes alive on Flatbush Ave with toothy smiles
Comprised of cones and manholes become eyes
And birds burst flames while singing Satan's praises
And fold into the sky and rain ashy danger

If every office and all slaves walk in dazes
To a pool of liquid money where they bathe naked
And no longer taunt me and flooze around my conscience
And every woman beating rapist is in their coffins

If every open hydrant in a Brooklyn summer moment
Is opened up by and folds out into an ocean
And rent is paid by bread and parking isn't paid for
And stamps can be planted and childhoods can't be damaged

If fire could power space ships safely ship the creators
Of dynamite and gun to the graves of all who faced it
And the slurping nerf of bureaucrat life and bean counting slave
Is twisted in on itself 'til they shave off their own

If all the and crack in the nation is collected in a top hat
And force fed to the children of every CIA
And heads get an angel and an acres worth of rainbow
And the projects turn to clouds and the stupid aren't so

And the snivelling mongrels of infected money
Slobbing ignite into a brilliant beam of light
And mercy is the rule and the mercy too
And the desert comes in Brooklyn and the president to school

Time flows in reverse, death my birth
Me fighting in your war is still, by a margin
The likely thing that will ever fucking happen, ever