Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me Back My Sandwich

Up from the of the mighty Sahara comes,
Our bold, who so it's told,
is a lot you and me.
His burns, the world it turns,
He fills his to fill the void,
And the constant feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
Feels like ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
World left me blind.
Beneath the sands of the Sahara lies,
treasure sunken deep,
in tombs where dead men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The same covers everything?
Where stood, soon deserts found,
Now sink the swelling ground.
like nothing ever did.
Kills like ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
that left me blind.
This is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
Build a tomb to your rust,
Moth-eaten of blowing dust.
the sands of the mighty Sahara,
Goes our hero bold, in of gold,
a for a dying world.
Our stands, wealth in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The cheer, to hide their fears
no man lives forever.
Feels like ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
that left me blind.

4 in Memphis,
pay me 5 dollars.
I wrote this song and said they would pay me,
and I to buy a hot dog.

What could this be, too much
Chalk another fad up for its fall infamy.
in a standard if it changes all the time?
You're still having trouble in defining own kind.
Need I remind you, we all you before,
you the rocks at the stage from your glass house on the floor?
Now I think punk, just because it's in.
You found a foul mouth and a couple pins.
Got a feeling,
I want to fight no more.
Got a feeling,
I care if we're punk, or ska, or hardcore,
for you, it's sad but true,
you can call us names till your turns blue.
Our assurance from God,
it's new,
we'll never 'cause we're never cool enough for you.
That smug on your face,
your up in the air,
your patches say open-minded,
but you couldn't bear,
some punk in with ska.
You it wouldn't work.
Well you can take your Vespa 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The purist a deaf ear.
such an intellect,
Does he think his is gaining our respect?
The raising of a fist, a trigger of a gun.
Stop and see all alike, and we can dance as one.

I walked the room, and she was right there waiting.
Leaning up the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and blacker some coal,
she set her gaze my bootie,
disco in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress with her doors open me inside.
"I want to you home with me",
said the in her eye.
"I would like to honey, but I'm to die."
I got a time bomb,
I it to my chest.
When it I'm out of here,
you can have left.
The room got of quiet,
and you could the fear.
I heard the jukebox play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So what's the Mister?
it gonna blow?"
I winked at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
tickin' in the room,
everybody someday,
blows so you better be,
where it's safe.
Thin skinned thinkin',
now gonna die,
don't try to the jukebox,
just kiss this good-bye.
What's the deal, you feel,
now in the silence?
Pushing up the now,
better ways for you to diet.
Seeking sucker wealth,
feel what suckers dealt,
All life you stuffed your face,
now dead I rest my case.
Got a here to tell,
so you better well.
some old in a church,
got a in her purse.
You rich, she was poor.
You some fifties on the floor.
She dropped her with a clank,
she was Third World Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch this world and all its worth.
your candle burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up the middle of the 20th century,
many Americans believed in the idea as the "Manifest Destiny."
It held that all of America,
from sea to sea,
was the property of the U.S. and was given to us by God.
Native Americans were thrown off their homelands
and in the name of Jesus.
stories of entire tribes being led through rivers while being baptized,
just to be shot and on the other side,
rival those of the Inquisition.
Today, I see street corner preachers at passers-by,
while the amount of Hate crimes are escalating every day.
All of this under a blanket of "Christianity."
Your Bible.
Jesus never people or insulted them into believing in him.
He spoke the
And set an by loving every man.
We are called to his example.
Remember the Massacres at Sand and meeker.
who forget the past are doomed to repeat it.
Some cowboys were a ridin', on the range;
The was over grazed there,
and spotted some mange;
The buffalo were there,
the they all were through,
and if saw some Injuns,
why they kill them too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, let's kill, steal"
We can almost justify, we feel;
I'm up that ladder,
more brownie points for me work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
Said one to another,
"I think it be nice,
if we could these injuns and convert them all to Christ;
See, are all disgusting, and bringing me great pain,
and if don't believe me,
put a bullet in their brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how people repent now,
or going to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a cannon with powder.
If don't believe me,
I just beat them and louder.

I see a on a hill,
I see the way to be filled,
mighty rushing wind us,
Holy Spirit within us.

Burn. Burn. Burn. Within us, us.
Spirit of truth, my deceive me,
me how to see,
Ears cannot hear, my is too dry to speak.
You have me, you, you know me, there is nothing good inside me.
Purge me, me clean.
My needs courage so burn inside of me.
Burn our hearts oh God.
me to be still.
Let the tears from our eyes,
all we want is Christ.
We to...

This little light of mine, I'm let it shine
This little light of mine, I'm gonna it up, I'm gonna let it.

Johnny's got a on a blissful life,
He sucks on the smoke from the in his pipe.
Wrapped around his fingers, a noose is slack,
strangling his forearm to fill his vewins smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a or a barrel full of lead.
grasping at straws and up empty,
with his life
this song of hope:
"Kill me."
spells success M-O-N-E-Y.
If she on some toes, it's an eye for an eye.
climbing up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
to block out the or the fear that she'll fall.
thins, conviction never stops.
Money means from a 40 floor drop.
her security has worn itself thin,
hanging in the closet from a rope of her own sin.
Nothing nothing will.
Always skeptic, primed for the
Seeking but selfish gain,
filling your pockets, and again.
your soul, taking you fill.
Grasping at straws, your own will.
your conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing life for the world, you are left alone.
Some throw bricks through and yell,
others beat their backs for of hell.
sword that cuts flesh to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
Fistful of sand a prize.
YOu're yourself, closing your eyes.
The point was eons ago,
in the wind, your life's gonna blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
What is good? is true?
to serve not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we live forever.

If you could ever it in your heart.
If you could ever think to some sympathy.
Never ask us to play this song, or that about our pants, or our Kitty-Doggie.
Never ask us to play Godzilla, or Shut Up, or a song we haven't written yet about that time we did stuff.

I feel pretty today,
time I can see it.
This time I see her face,
the words will out right.
I comb my hair, and put on my shirt.
I take one deep breath, then I go outside...

the Lord, Everybody praise. Ahhhhh. People of th earth, praise.

Give me my sandwich!