Luyện nghe bài hát I Hate The White Man

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

Where the winds blow
And the easy flow still
And the barefoot dream of life
Can laugh and cry fill

Where slot machine
And the plastic
Are objects of
In the fiction of curse

And where the whiteman
And his happiness
Lies and long since buried
By his own fantastic

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 beach where all is

Where the emperor of
Is burning up his
And sits to warm his toes
A fire made up of useless

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

And where the crazy
In the desert of his
as bleached as the paradise
He likes to think he

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

And far the reaches
Of the yellow sands
The carpet wilderness
Forever joins it's

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

And the countless canticles
Of Jason's fleece
Are the songs of nothing
In the timeless

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 locked into a safe
Where the spew on the sidewalks
Are defenders of his

While inside his kitchen
The hatted, long haired saint
Cleans with soap and
But it's really just white
While his gorgon 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 has summoned
Deaths angel from its night

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