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 fuels the feeling,
Of inside his soul.
Feels nothing ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
World left me blind.
Beneath the of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried sunken deep,
in darkened where dead men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The that covers everything?
cities stood, soon deserts found,
Now sink beneath the ground.
Feels like ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded 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.
Plastic of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
Build a tomb to your rust,
Moth-eaten piles of dust.
Under the of the mighty Sahara,
Goes our bold, in seach of gold,
a for a dying world.
Our hero stands, in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The cheer, to hide their fears
no man lives forever.
Feels nothing ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
World that me blind.

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

What could this be, too much
Chalk fad up for its fall into infamy.
What's in a standard if it all the time?
You're still trouble in defining your own kind.
Need I you, we all knew you before,
you threw the rocks at the stage from your glass on the floor?
Now I think 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 care if we're punk, or ska, or hardcore,
enough for you, sad but true,
you can us names till your face turns blue.
Our assurance comes God,
nothing new,
we'll never care 'cause we're never enough for you.
That smug on your face,
nose up in the air,
your patches say 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 purist turns a ear.
He's an intellect,
Does he think his is gaining our respect?
The raising of a fist, a trigger of a gun.
and see we're all alike, and we can dance as one.

I walked the room, and she was right there waiting.
up against the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and blacker some coal,
she set her gaze my bootie,
with in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress with her open inviting me inside.
"I want to you home with me",
the sparkle in her eye.
"I like to honey, but I'm about to die."
I have got a bomb,
I it to my chest.
it blows I'm out of here,
you can have left.
The got kind 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."
Time-bomb in the room,
goes someday,
blows so quick you be,
where it's safe.
Thin thread-bare thinkin',
now gonna die,
try to rock the jukebox,
just 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 what dealt,
All your you stuffed your face,
now you're I rest my case.
Got a here to tell,
so you listen well.
old lady in a church,
got a in her purse.
You rich, she was poor.
You some fifties on the floor.
She her nickel with a clank,
she was Third World Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch this world and all its worth.
Keep your burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up until the middle of the century,
many Americans believed in the known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It held all of North America,
from sea to sea,
was the property of the U.S. and was given to us by God.
Native Americans were unscrupulously thrown off homelands
and in the name of Jesus.
Horror of entire tribes being led through rivers while being baptized,
just to be shot and on the other side,
those of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see street corner screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are escalating day.
All of this a blanket name of "Christianity."
Your Bible.
Jesus never people 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 the past are doomed to repeat it.
Some cowboys were a ridin', ridin' on the
The grass was grazed there,
and spotted like mange;
The were dead there,
the they all were through,
and if they saw Injuns,
why they would them too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, let's kill, steal"
We can justify, anything we feel;
I'm up that ladder,
more brownie points for me I'll work my way to you wait and see.
one cowboy to another,
"I think it be nice,
if we could take these injuns and convert all to Christ;
See, they are all disgusting, and bringing me pain,
and if they don't 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 don't believe me,
I just beat them and louder.

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

Burn. Burn. Burn. us, within us.
Spirit of truth, my eyes me,
me how to see,
Ears cannot hear, my is too dry to speak.
You have searched me, you, you know me, there is good inside me.
me, make me clean.
My heart needs courage so 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
This 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 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,
half a or a barrel full of lead.
grasping at straws and up empty,
Carving his life
this somber of hope:
"Kill me."
Sally success M-O-N-E-Y.
If she on some toes, it's an eye for an eye.
climbing up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
to block out the world or the fear she'll fall.
thins, conviction never stops.
Money means from a 40 floor drop.
her security blanket has itself thin,
she's in the closet from a rope of her own sin.
changes nothing will.
Always skeptic, primed for the
Seeking nothing but gain,
your pockets, again and again.
Selling your soul, you fill.
Grasping at straws, feeding own will.
your conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your life for the world, you are alone.
Some throw bricks through and yell,
others beat their backs for of hell.
Two-edged that cuts flesh to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed the point.
Fistful of sand a prize.
YOu're blinding yourself, closing eyes.
The point was eons ago,
chaff in the wind, your life's blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
What is What is true?
Seeking to not ourselves, never.
The is God, we will live forever.

If you could find it in your heart.
If you could ever think to some sympathy.
Never ask us to play this song, or that song our pants, or our Kitty-Doggie.
Never ask us to play Godzilla, or Shut Up, or a we haven't 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 come out right.
I comb my hair, and put on my shirt.
I take one last deep breath, I go outside...

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

me back my sandwich!

is a vegetarian,
Not 'cause he drinks dairy and,
He's not 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! Grandma! Gnome Grandma, ahhhhhhhh.

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