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 still
And the barefoot dream of life
Can laugh and cry fill

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

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

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

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

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

And when the children him
the riddles of their trance
He the flames of solstice
laughs into their dance

And the crazy whiteman
In the desert of his
as bleached as the paradise
He to think he owns

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

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

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

And through the canticles
Of Jason's fleece
Are sung the songs of
In the masterpiece

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

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

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

While back inside his
The hatted, long haired saint
Cleans with soap and
But really just white paint
his gorgon headed scandal sheet
Presents its daily
To give righteous news-believers
Drugs to keep white

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

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