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 flow still
And where the dream of life
Can laugh and cry it's

Where machine confusion
And the plastic
Are of amusement
In the fiction of curse

And the crazy whiteman
And his happiness
dead and long since buried
By his own mess

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

And the of coloured thunder
Of the stallion of the
the coalfire morning
On the beach all is born

Where the emperor of
Is up his fort
And sits to his toes around
A fire made up of useless

And when the children him
the riddles of their trance
He flings the flames of
Casting laughs into 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 excuse
Oh I the whiteman
And the man who him loose...

And far across the
Of the yellow sands
The living carpet
Forever it's hands

With hell's attainment
In a surging crest of
more than all is thrown upon
The lasting pyre

And through the countless
Of charcoal fleece
Are sung the songs of
In the masterpiece

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

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

And the bowels of his
Have been locked into a
Where the spew on the sidewalks
Are defenders of his

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

outside in the whitewash
Where the guns are always, always
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...