Luyện nghe bài hát I Hate The White Man

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

Where the blow sweetly
And the easy flow still
And where the barefoot dream of
Can laugh and cry fill

slot machine confusion
And the universe
Are of amusement
In the fiction of their

And where the whiteman
And his happiness
Lies dead and long buried
By his own mess

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

And the reins of thunder
Of the of the dawn
Ride the coalfire
On the beach all is born

the emperor of meaning
Is burning up his
And sits to warm his around
A fire up of useless thoughts

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

And where the crazy
In the of his bones
as bleached as the paradise
He to think he owns

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 wilderness
Forever it's hands

With hell's attainment
In a surging of fire
Where more than all is thrown
The ever pyre

And through the canticles
Of charcoal fleece
Are the songs of nothing
In the masterpiece

And there stood in the
Guess
the everlasting burst
Built by god's own whiteman
As he tries to the dust

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

And the of his city
Have been locked a safe
the spew stains on the sidewalks
Are of his faith

back inside his kitchen
The hatted, long haired saint
Cleans with and water
But it's just white paint
While his headed scandal sheet
Presents its daily
To their righteous news-believers
Drugs to keep white

While outside in the
Where the guns are always, right
A shooting has summoned
dark angel 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...