Luyện nghe bài hát Give Me Back My Sandwich

Up from the of the mighty Sahara comes,
Our hero bold, who so 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 inside his soul.
Feels like nothing did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
that left me blind.
Beneath the sands of the mighty lies,
Buried treasure deep,
in darkened tombs dead men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The same that everything?
Where stood, soon deserts found,
Now sink beneath the ground.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills like ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
World that me blind.
world is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
Build a to store your rust,
Moth-eaten piles of dust.
Under the sands of the Sahara,
Goes our bold, in seach of gold,
a casket for a world.
Our stands, wealth in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The masses cheer, to hide their
That no man forever.
like nothing ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
World left me blind.

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

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

I walked into the room, and she was right waiting.
up against the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and blacker some coal,
she set her gaze my bootie,
with in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress with her open inviting me inside.
"I want to you home with me",
the sparkle 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 what's left.
The room got of quiet,
and you could the fear.
I only 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 quick you be,
where it's safe.
Thin thread-bare thinkin',
now gonna die,
try to rock the jukebox,
just this world good-bye.
What's the deal, you feel,
now in the silence?
Pushing up the now,
there's better for you to diet.
Seeking sucker wealth,
suckers feel suckers dealt,
All your life you stuffed face,
now you're I rest my case.
Got a here to tell,
so you listen well.
old lady in a church,
got a in her purse.
You rich, she was poor.
You dropped fifties on the floor.
She dropped her nickel a clank,
she was thinkin' Third 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 rightfully the of the U.S. and was given to us by God.
Native Americans unscrupulously 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 of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see corner preachers screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are escalating day.
All of this under a name of "Christianity."
Read Bible.
Jesus never beat people or insulted them into in him.
He spoke the
And set an example by every man.
We are called to his example.
Remember the Massacres at Creek and meeker.
Those who forget the past are to repeat it.
Some cowboys were a ridin', on the range;
The grass was grazed there,
and spotted like mange;
The buffalo were there,
the trees all were through,
and if saw some Injuns,
why they would them too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, kill, let's steal"
We can almost justify, we feel;
I'm climbing up ladder,
more brownie for me I'll work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
one cowboy to another,
"I it would be nice,
if we could take these injuns and convert all to Christ;
See, they are all disgusting, and bringing me pain,
and if they believe me,
put a bullet in their brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how should repent now,
or going to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a cannon with powder.
If don't believe me,
I just them and yell louder.

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

Burn. Burn. Burn. Within us, us.
Spirit of truth, my deceive me,
me how to see,
Ears hear, my mouth is too dry to speak.
You have searched me, you, you me, there is nothing good inside me.
me, make me clean.
My heart needs 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 of mine, I'm gonna 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 his fingers, a noose is loosing slack,
strangling his forearm to his vewins with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a syringe or a full of lead.
at straws and coming up empty,
Carving with his
this somber song of
"Kill me."
Sally success M-O-N-E-Y.
If she on some toes, it's an eye for an eye.
She's climbing up the ladder, she's up a wall,
to block out the world or the that she'll fall.
Tightrope thins, conviction stops.
Money means nothing a 40 floor drop.
her security blanket has worn thin,
she's hanging in the from a rope of her own sin.
changes nothing will.
Always skeptic, primed for the
Seeking nothing but gain,
filling your pockets, and again.
your soul, taking you fill.
Grasping at straws, feeding own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your life for the world, you are alone.
Some throw bricks through and yell,
others beat backs for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword that cuts to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed the point.
Fistful of a pitiful prize.
blinding yourself, closing your eyes.
The point was made ago,
chaff in the wind, your gonna blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
is good? What is true?
Seeking to not ourselves, never.
The is God, we will live forever.

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

I feel good today,
This I can see it.
This when I see her face,
the words come out right.
I my hair, and put on my favorite shirt.
I one last deep breath, then I go outside...

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

me back my sandwich!