Luyện nghe bài hát I Hate The White Man

Far across the
In the of look and see
There once was a
For you and me

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

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

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

For I hate the
And his excuse
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 up of useless thoughts

And when the children him
With the of their trance
He flings the of solstice
Casting laughs their dance

And where the whiteman
In the desert of his
Lies as as the paradise
He likes to he owns

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

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

With heaven attainment
In a crest of fire
Where more than all is thrown
The lasting pyre

And the countless canticles
Of Jason's charcoal
Are the songs of nothing
In the masterpiece

And stood in the middle
who?
It's the burst
Built by very own whiteman
As he tries to rule the

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

And the bowels of his
Have been into a safe
Where the spew stains on the
Are defenders of his

While back inside his
The bowler hatted, long haired
Cleans soap and water
But it's really just paint
his gorgon headed scandal sheet
Presents its daily
To their righteous news-believers
to keep them white

While outside in the
the guns are always, always right
A shooting star has
Deaths angel from its night

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