Luyện nghe bài hát I Hate The White Man

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

the winds blow sweetly
And the seas flow still
And where the barefoot dream of
Can laugh and cry it's

slot machine confusion
And the plastic
Are objects of
In the fiction of their

And where the whiteman
And his teargas
Lies and long since 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 coloured
Of the stallion of the
the coalfire morning
On the beach where all is

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

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

And where the crazy
In the of his bones
Lies as as the paradise
He likes to think he

And I hate the
In his excuse
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 heaven attainment
In a surging crest of
Where than all is thrown upon
The ever lasting

And through the countless
Of Jason's charcoal
Are sung the songs of
In the timeless

And stood in the middle
Guess
It's the 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 bowels of his
Have been locked a safe
Where the stains on the sidewalks
Are of his faith

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

While in the whitewash
Where the are always, always right
A shooting star has
Deaths dark from its night

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