Luyện nghe bài hát I Hate The White Man

Far the ocean
In the land of and see
There once was a
For you and me

Where the winds sweetly
And the easy seas flow
And where the barefoot dream of
Can and cry it's fill

Where slot confusion
And the universe
Are objects of
In the fiction of curse

And where the crazy
And his teargas
Lies dead and since buried
By his own mess

For I the whiteman
And his plastic
For I hate the
And the man who him loose...

And the reins of thunder
Of the of the dawn
the coalfire morning
On the where all is born

Where the of meaning
Is up his fort
And sits to warm his toes
A fire made up of thoughts

And when the children him
With the riddles of trance
He the flames of solstice
Casting laughs into dance

And where the whiteman
In the desert of his
Lies as bleached as the
He likes to think he

And I hate the
In his evergreen
Oh I hate the
And the man who him loose...

And far the reaches
Of the drifting yellow
The living carpet
Forever it's hands

heaven hell's attainment
In a surging crest of
Where more than all is upon
The ever pyre

And through the canticles
Of Jason's charcoal
Are sung the of nothing
In the timeless

And there in the middle
Guess
It's the everlasting
by god's very own whiteman
As he tries to rule the

And I hate the
In his doctrinaire
Oh I the whiteman
And the man who you all loose...

And the of his city
Have been locked into a
Where the stains on the sidewalks
Are defenders of his

back inside his kitchen
The bowler hatted, haired saint
Cleans with soap and
But it's really white paint
While his gorgon headed sheet
Presents its daily
To give righteous news-believers
to keep them white

While in the whitewash
the guns are always, always right
A shooting has summoned
Deaths dark angel its night

And I hate the
And his evergreen
Oh I the whiteman
And the man who you all loose
And the man who him loose...