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

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

Where slot machine
And the plastic
Are of amusement
In the fiction of their

And the crazy whiteman
And his happiness
Lies dead and 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 reins of coloured
Of the stallion of the
the coalfire morning
On the where all is born

Where the of meaning
Is up his fort
And sits to warm his toes
A made up of useless thoughts

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

And where the whiteman
In the desert of his
as bleached as the paradise
He likes to he owns

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

And far the reaches
Of the drifting sands
The living carpet
Forever it's hands

With heaven attainment
In a surging crest of
Where more than all is upon
The ever lasting

And the countless canticles
Of Jason's fleece
Are sung the of nothing
In the masterpiece

And stood in the middle
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 bowels of his
Have been locked into a
Where the spew on the sidewalks
Are of his faith

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

While outside in the
Where the guns are always, right
A shooting star has
dark angel from its night

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