Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Sirs

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

If every office empties and all slaves walk in
To a pool of liquid where they bathe blissfully naked
And drugs no longer taunt me and flooze my conscience
And every woman beating is securely in their coffins

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

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

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

And the snivelling grimace of infected money
Slobbing pesticrats into a brilliant beam of light
And is the rule and the exception's mercy too
And the desert in Brooklyn and the president goes to school

Time flows in reverse, becomes my birth
Me in your war is still, by a large margin
The least likely thing that ever fucking happen, ever