Luyện nghe bài hát Stinky Hippy

Up from the of the mighty Sahara comes,
Our bold, who so it's told,
is a lot you and me.
His passion burns, the it turns,
He his hand to fill the void,
And the constant feeling,
Of inside his soul.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills like ever could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World that me blind.
Beneath the sands of the mighty lies,
treasure sunken deep,
in darkened tombs dead men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers
Where cities stood, deserts found,
Now sink beneath the ground.
Feels nothing ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
World left me blind.
This is for the taking,
world is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
PCP to kill the pain.
Build a tomb to your rust,
Moth-eaten piles of dust.
Under the of the mighty Sahara,
Goes our hero bold, in of gold,
a for a dying world.
Our hero stands, in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The masses cheer, to their fears
That no man forever.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills like ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
World that me blind.

4 in Memphis,
pay me 5 dollars.
I wrote this and they said they would pay me,
and I to buy a hot dog.

What this be, too much MTV?
Chalk fad up for its fall into infamy.
What's in a standard if it changes all the
You're having trouble in defining your own kind.
Need I you, we all knew you before,
you threw the rocks at the stage from glass house on the floor?
Now I you're punk, just because it's in.
You a foul mouth and a couple safety pins.
Got a feeling,
I want to fight no more.
Got a feeling,
I don't if we're punk, or ska, or hardcore,
for you, it's sad but true,
you can call us till your face turns blue.
Our assurance from God,
nothing new,
we'll never care 'cause we're never cool for you.
That smug look on face,
nose up in the air,
your say you're open-minded,
but still you bear,
some punk thrown in ska.
You it wouldn't work.
Well you can take your Vespa home ska made you a jerk.
The turns a deaf ear.
such an intellect,
Does he think his is gaining our respect?
The of a fist, like a trigger of a gun.
Stop and see we're all alike, and we can as one.

I walked into the room, and she was right waiting.
Leaning up the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
as snot her spandex,
and blacker some coal,
she set her gaze my bootie,
disco in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the with her doors open inviting me inside.
"I want to take you home me",
the sparkle in her eye.
"I would like to honey, but I'm to die."
I got a time bomb,
I it to my chest.
it blows I'm out of here,
you can what's left.
The got kind of quiet,
and you could the fear.
I heard the jukebox play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So the verdict Mister?
When's it blow?"
I winked at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
Time-bomb in the room,
everybody someday,
so quick you better be,
somewhere where safe.
skinned thread-bare thinkin',
now you're die,
don't try to the jukebox,
kiss this world good-bye.
What's the deal, you feel,
now in the silence?
Pushing up the now,
there's better for you to diet.
Seeking sucker wealth,
suckers feel suckers dealt,
All your life you your face,
now you're dead I my case.
Got a here to tell,
so you better well.
some old in a church,
got a in her purse.
You rich, she was poor.
You some fifties on the floor.
She dropped her with a clank,
she was thinkin' Third World Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch this sorry and all its worth.
Keep candle burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up until the middle of the century,
many believed in the idea known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It that all of North America,
sea to shining sea,
was the property of the U.S. and was given to us by God.
Native Americans unscrupulously thrown off their homelands
and in the name of Jesus.
Horror stories of entire tribes being led through rivers while baptized,
just to be and scalped on the other side,
rival of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see corner preachers screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi Hate are escalating every day.
All of under a blanket name of "Christianity."
Read Bible.
Jesus never beat or insulted them into believing in him.
He spoke the
And set an example by loving man.
We are called to his example.
the Massacres at Sand Creek and meeker.
Those who forget the are doomed to repeat it.
Some were a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The grass was grazed there,
and spotted like mange;
The buffalo dead there,
the trees they all through,
and if saw some Injuns,
why would kill them too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, let's kill, steal"
We can justify, anything we feel;
I'm climbing up ladder,
more brownie points for me work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
one cowboy to another,
"I it would be nice,
if we could take these injuns and convert them all to
See, are all disgusting, and bringing me great pain,
and if they believe me,
put a bullet in their brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how should repent now,
or they're to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a cannon with powder.
If people don't me,
I just beat them and louder.

I see a on a hill,
I see the way to be filled,
mighty wind around us,
Holy burn within us.

Burn. Burn. Burn. us, within us.
Spirit of truth, my deceive me,
me how to see,
Ears hear, my mouth is too dry to speak.
You have me, you, you know me, there is nothing good inside me.
me, make me clean.
My heart courage so burn inside of me.
Burn within our oh God.
me to be still.
Let the roll from our eyes,
all we want is Christ.
We to...

This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it
This little of mine, I'm gonna hold it up, I'm gonna let it.

Johnny's got a grip on a life,
He sucks on the smoke from the in his pipe.
Wrapped his fingers, a noose is loosing slack,
strangling his forearm to his vewins with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a or a barrel full of lead.
at straws and coming up empty,
Carving his life
somber song of hope:
"Kill me."
Sally success M-O-N-E-Y.
If she steps on some toes, an eye for an eye.
She's up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
to out the world or the fear that she'll fall.
thins, conviction never stops.
Money means from a 40 floor drop.
her security blanket has worn thin,
she's hanging in the from a rope of her own sin.
Nothing changes will.
Always skeptic, for the kill
Seeking but selfish gain,
filling your pockets, and again.
Selling soul, taking you fill.
Grasping at straws, your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your life for the world, you are alone.
Some throw bricks windows and yell,
others their backs for fear of hell.
sword that cuts flesh to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
Fistful of sand a prize.
blinding yourself, closing your eyes.
The point was made ago,
chaff in the wind, life's gonna blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
is good? What is true?
Seeking to not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we will forever.

If you could ever it in your heart.
If you could think to find some sympathy.
Never ask us to play song, or that song about our pants, or our Kitty-Doggie.
Never ask us to play Godzilla, or Shut Up, or a song we written yet about that time we did some stuff.

I feel good today,
This I can see it.
This when I see her face,
the words come out right.
I my hair, and put on my favorite shirt.
I one last deep breath, then I go outside...

the Lord, Everybody praise. Ahhhhh. People of th earth, praise.

Give me my sandwich!

is a vegetarian,
Not vegan he drinks dairy and,
He's not like me who also meat.
He protests the war the sandals on his feet.
for mediocrity! (several times)
Helpless are trapped,
for killing only you should be slapped.
At a cow can run and be free,
for mediocrity.

tastes horrible!!!!!! (Ahhhh, my face!)

No Grandma! Grandma! Gnome Grandma, ahhhhhhhh.

Get patchouli.
Get the dreadlock.
Get the sandal.
Stinky today.
hippy, stinky hippy.
Perspiration.