Luyện nghe bài hát Stinky Hippy

Up from the sands of the Sahara comes,
Our hero bold, who so told,
is a lot you and me.
His burns, the world it turns,
He fills his hand to the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
Feels like nothing did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
World left me blind.
Beneath the sands of the mighty lies,
Buried sunken deep,
in darkened tombs where men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The same covers everything?
Where cities stood, soon found,
Now sink the swelling ground.
like nothing ever did.
Kills like ever could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
World left me blind.
world is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
PCP to kill the pain.
Build a to store your rust,
piles of blowing dust.
Under the of the mighty Sahara,
Goes our bold, in seach of gold,
a casket for a world.
Our stands, wealth in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The masses cheer, to hide fears
no man lives forever.
Feels like ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World left me blind.

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

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

I into the room, and she was right there waiting.
up against the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and than some coal,
she set her upon my bootie,
with in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress with her open inviting me inside.
"I want to take you with me",
said the in her eye.
"I would to honey, but I'm about to die."
I got a time bomb,
I it to my chest.
When it I'm out of here,
you can what's left.
The room got of quiet,
and you could the fear.
I only heard the play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So the verdict Mister?
When's it blow?"
I just at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
tickin' in the room,
everybody someday,
blows so you better be,
where it's safe.
Thin thread-bare thinkin',
now you're die,
try to rock the jukebox,
just this world good-bye.
What's the deal, you feel,
alone now in the
up the daisies now,
there's better for you to diet.
after sucker wealth,
suckers feel what dealt,
All your life you your face,
now you're dead I my case.
Got a here to tell,
so you listen 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' World Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch sorry world and all its worth.
Keep candle burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up until the middle of the century,
Americans believed in the idea known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It held all of North America,
sea to shining sea,
was the property of the U.S. and was given to us by God.
Native Americans were thrown off their homelands
and slaughtered in the of Jesus.
stories of entire tribes being led through rivers while being baptized,
just to be and scalped on the other side,
those of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see street corner screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi crimes are escalating every day.
All of this a blanket name of "Christianity."
Read Bible.
Jesus never beat people or insulted them into in him.
He the truth
And set an example by loving man.
We are to follow his example.
Remember the at Sand Creek and meeker.
Those who forget the past are doomed to it.
cowboys were a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The was over grazed there,
and spotted some mange;
The buffalo dead there,
the trees all were through,
and if they saw Injuns,
why they would kill 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,
brownie points for me I'll work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
Said one to another,
"I it would be nice,
if we could take these and convert them all to Christ;
See, they are all disgusting, and me great pain,
and if don't believe me,
we'll put a in their brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how people repent now,
or they're to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a brimmed 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,
rushing wind around us,
Holy burn within us.

Burn. Burn. Burn. Within us, us.
Spirit of truth, my eyes me,
me how to see,
Ears cannot hear, my is too dry to speak.
You searched me, you, you know me, there is nothing good inside me.
Purge me, me clean.
My heart needs courage so inside of me.
Burn our hearts oh God.
me to be still.
Let the roll from our eyes,
all we is Jesus Christ.
We to...

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

Johnny's got a on a blissful life,
He on the smoke from the dope in his pipe.
Wrapped around his fingers, a noose is slack,
strangling his to fill his vewins with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
a syringe or a barrel full of lead.
grasping at and coming up empty,
with his life
this somber song of
"Kill me."
Sally spells M-O-N-E-Y.
If she steps on toes, it's an eye for an eye.
She's up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
to block out the world or the fear that fall.
Tightrope thins, conviction stops.
Money means nothing from a 40 drop.
her security blanket has worn thin,
she's hanging in the closet a rope of her own sin.
changes nothing will.
Always skeptic, for the kill
Seeking nothing but gain,
your pockets, again and again.
Selling your soul, you fill.
at straws, feeding your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
your life for the world, you are left alone.
Some throw bricks windows and yell,
others beat their backs for of hell.
Two-edged sword cuts flesh to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
Fistful of sand a prize.
YOu're blinding yourself, closing eyes.
The was made eons ago,
chaff in the wind, your gonna blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
What is good? What is
to serve not ourselves, never.
The is God, we will live forever.

If you could find it in your heart.
If you could ever to find some sympathy.
Never ask us to play this song, or 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.
time when I see her face,
the words will out right.
I my hair, and put on my favorite shirt.
I take one last deep breath, I go outside...

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

me back my sandwich!

is a vegetarian,
Not vegan 'cause he drinks and,
He's not like me who eats meat.
He protests the war with the 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.

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

No Grandma! Know Grandma! Grandma, ahhhhhhhh.

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