Luyện nghe bài hát Stinky Hippy

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

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 could be, too much MTV?
Chalk another fad up for its into infamy.
What's in a if it changes all the time?
You're still having in defining your own kind.
I remind you, we all knew you before,
you threw the rocks at the stage your 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 don't 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 names till face turns blue.
Our assurance comes God,
it's new,
we'll never care we're never cool enough for you.
That look on your face,
nose up in the air,
your say you're open-minded,
but still you bear,
punk thrown in with ska.
You said it work.
Well you can your Vespa home 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The purist a deaf ear.
He's an intellect,
Does he think his censorship is gaining our
The raising of a fist, like a of a gun.
Stop and see all alike, and we can dance as one.

I walked the room, and she was right there waiting.
Leaning up the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and than some coal,
she set her gaze my bootie,
with in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress with her doors open me inside.
"I want to you home with me",
the sparkle in her eye.
"I would like to honey, but I'm to die."
I have got a bomb,
I it to my chest.
it blows I'm out of here,
you can have left.
The room got of quiet,
and you smell 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 quick you be,
where it's safe.
Thin skinned 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
Pushing up the now,
there's better for you to diet.
Seeking after wealth,
suckers feel what dealt,
All your you stuffed your face,
now you're I rest my case.
Got a story to tell,
so you better well.
some old in a church,
got a in her purse.
You rich, she was poor.
You dropped some on the floor.
She dropped her nickel a clank,
she was thinkin' World Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch this world and all its worth.
your candle burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

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

I see a on a hill,
I see the way to be filled,
mighty rushing wind 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 searched me, you, you know me, is nothing good inside me.
me, make me clean.
My heart courage so burn inside of me.
Burn our hearts oh God.
me to be still.
Let the tears from our eyes,
all we is Jesus Christ.
We to...

This little light of mine, I'm let it shine
little light 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 syringe or a barrel of lead.
at straws and coming up empty,
Carving with his
this somber song of
"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 block out the world or the that she'll fall.
Tightrope thins, conviction stops.
Money means from a 40 floor drop.
her security blanket has itself thin,
she's hanging in the closet a rope of her own sin.
Nothing changes will.
Always skeptic, primed for the
Seeking but selfish gain,
your pockets, again and again.
Selling your soul, you fill.
Grasping at straws, feeding own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your life for the world, you are alone.
throw bricks through windows and yell,
others beat their for fear of hell.
sword that cuts flesh to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed 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.
you do, nothing can be new.
What is good? is true?
Seeking to not ourselves, never.
The is God, we will live forever.

If you could ever find it in heart.
If you could think to find some sympathy.
Never ask us to this song, or that song about our pants, or our Kitty-Doggie.
Never ask us to play Godzilla, or Up, or a song we haven't written yet about that time we did some stuff.

I feel pretty today,
This I can see it.
This time I see her face,
the words come out right.
I comb my hair, and put on my shirt.
I take one last deep breath, I go outside...

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

Give me my sandwich!

is a vegetarian,
Not vegan 'cause he dairy and,
not like me who also eats meat.
He protests the war with the on his feet.
for mediocrity! (several times)
Helpless are trapped,
for only them 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.
hippy today.
Stinky hippy, hippy.
Perspiration.