Luyện nghe bài hát I Hate The White Man

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

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

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

And where the crazy
And his happiness
Lies dead and long since
By his own fantastic

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

And the of coloured thunder
Of the stallion of the
Ride the coalfire
On the where all is born

Where the of meaning
Is burning up his
And to warm his toes around
A fire made up of thoughts

And the children tempt him
With the riddles of trance
He flings the flames of
Casting laughs into their

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 excuse
Oh I the whiteman
And the man who him loose...

And far across the
Of the drifting sands
The living wilderness
joins it's hands

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

And the countless canticles
Of charcoal fleece
Are sung the songs of
In the timeless

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

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

And the of his city
Have been into a safe
Where the spew on the sidewalks
Are defenders of his

While back his kitchen
The bowler hatted, long haired
Cleans with soap and
But really just white paint
While his gorgon headed sheet
its daily bite
To their righteous news-believers
Drugs to them white

outside in the whitewash
Where the guns are always, always
A shooting has summoned
Deaths dark from its night

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