Luyện nghe bài hát An American Prayer

Do you the warm progress
under the

Do you know we

Have you the keys
to the

Have you been yet
& are you

Let's reinvent the gods, all teh
of the

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

We great golden copulations

The fathers are in trees
of the

Our mother is in the sea

Do you we are being led to
slaughters by admirals

& that fat generals are getting
on young blood

Do you we are ruled by T.V.

The moon is dry beast

Guerrilla are rolling numbers
in the next block of vine

amassing for warfare on
herdsman who are dying

O creator of being

us one more hour to
our art
& our lives

The moths & are doubly divine
&

We live, we die
& not ends it

Journey we more the

Cling to
Our passion'd

to Cunts & cocks
of

We got our final
by

groin got
filled w/green

(I her thigh
& smiled)

We assembled inside this ancient
& insane

To our lust for life
& flee the wisdom
of the

The barns are

The kept

& only one of all the

To & save us

W/the mockery
of

Music inflames

(When the true murderers
are allowed to roam
a Magicians arise in the land)

Where are the
we are

is the wine
The New
(dying on the vine)
mockery
give us an for magic
We of the glove
We of the starling
& hour
We of pleasures's breed
We of sundome & the

us a creed

To

A nightr of
us trust in
The
Give of
hues
a mandala
for me & for you
& for silky
pillowed
a head,
& a bed
Troubled
mockery
has claimed
We used to
in the good old
We still
In ways
The things of
& brow
& allow

Did you know freedom
in books

Did you madmen are
running our

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

We're perched
on the of boredom

We're reaching for
on the end of a

trying for something
that's found us

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

Cruel

The sevants the power

& their mean women
pulling poor over
our

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

Tower, I roses in
my bower; dig?

babies, rubies
must now replace

in the mud

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

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

like a scaring guest you've
to bed

Death makes of us all
& gives us
we had shoulders
smooth as

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

I not go
Prefer a feast of
To the Giant