Luyện nghe bài hát Stinky Hippy

Up from the of the mighty Sahara comes,
Our hero bold, who so told,
is a lot you and me.
His passion burns, the it turns,
He fills his hand to the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
that left me blind.
Beneath the sands of the mighty lies,
Buried treasure deep,
in tombs where dead men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The that covers everything?
Where stood, soon deserts found,
Now sink the swelling ground.
Feels like ever did.
Kills like ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World that me blind.
world is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
bags of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
Build a to store your rust,
Moth-eaten piles of dust.
Under the sands of the Sahara,
our hero bold, in seach of gold,
a casket for a world.
Our hero stands, in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The cheer, to hide their fears
no man lives forever.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills nothing 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 song and they said would pay me,
and I to buy a hot dog.

What this be, too much MTV?
Chalk fad up for its fall into infamy.
in a standard if it changes all the time?
You're still having trouble in defining own kind.
Need I you, we all knew you before,
you the rocks at the stage from your glass house on the floor?
Now I think punk, just because it's in.
You found a foul mouth and a couple pins.
Got a feeling,
I want to fight no more.
Got a feeling,
I don't care if punk, or ska, or hardcore,
enough for you, sad but true,
you can call us names till face turns blue.
Our comes from God,
it's new,
never care 'cause 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,
some thrown in with ska.
You it wouldn't work.
Well you can take Vespa home 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The turns a deaf ear.
such an intellect,
Does he think his censorship is our respect?
The of a fist, like a trigger of a gun.
Stop and see 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 blacker than coal,
she set her upon my bootie,
disco in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress with her open inviting me inside.
"I to take you home with me",
said the in her eye.
"I like 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 have left.
The got kind of quiet,
and you could the fear.
I only heard the jukebox play "A is in My Beer".
"So what's the verdict
When's it blow?"
I winked at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
tickin' in the room,
everybody someday,
so quick you better be,
somewhere where safe.
Thin skinned thinkin',
now gonna die,
try to rock the jukebox,
just kiss this good-bye.
the deal, don't you feel,
alone now in the
up the daisies now,
there's better for you to diet.
Seeking after wealth,
suckers feel what dealt,
All life you stuffed your face,
now dead I rest 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 nickel 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 of the 20th century,
many believed in the idea known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It that all of North America,
from sea to sea,
was rightfully the property of the U.S. and was to us by God.
Native Americans were thrown off their homelands
and in the name of Jesus.
Horror stories of tribes being led through rivers while being baptized,
to be shot and scalped on the other side,
rival of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see street corner preachers at passers-by,
while the of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are escalating every day.
All of under a blanket name of "Christianity."
Your Bible.
Jesus never beat or insulted them into believing 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.
who forget the past are doomed to repeat it.
Some cowboys were a ridin', on the range;
The grass was grazed there,
and spotted like some
The buffalo were there,
the they all were through,
and if saw some Injuns,
why they 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.
one cowboy to another,
"I think it be nice,
if we could take these injuns and them all to Christ;
See, they are all disgusting, and bringing me pain,
and if don't believe me,
put a bullet in their brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how people repent now,
or going to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a cannon with powder.
If people don't me,
I just them and yell louder.

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

Burn. Burn. Burn. Within us, us.
of truth, my eyes deceive me,
me how to see,
Ears hear, my mouth is too dry to speak.
You have searched me, you, you know me, there is good inside me.
me, make me clean.
My needs courage so burn inside of me.
Burn within our oh God.
me to be still.
Let the tears from our eyes,
all we is Jesus Christ.
We to...

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

Johnny's got a on a blissful life,
He sucks on the smoke the dope in his pipe.
around 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.
grasping at and coming up empty,
Carving with his
this somber 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 block out the or the fear that she'll fall.
Tightrope thins, never 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 soul, taking you fill.
Grasping at straws, feeding own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing life for the world, you are left alone.
Some throw bricks through and yell,
others beat backs for fear of hell.
sword that cuts flesh to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
of sand a pitiful prize.
YOu're yourself, closing your eyes.
The was made eons ago,
in the wind, your life's gonna blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
is good? What is true?
Seeking to not ourselves, never.
The is God, we will live forever.

If you ever find it in your heart.
If you ever 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 haven't written yet about that time we did stuff.

I feel pretty today,
This I can see it.
This time 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...

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

Give me my sandwich!

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

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

No Grandma! Grandma! Gnome Grandma, ahhhhhhhh.

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