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 burns, the world it turns,
He fills his hand to the void,
And the constant feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
like nothing ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
that left me blind.
Beneath the of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried sunken deep,
in darkened tombs where men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers
cities stood, soon deserts found,
Now beneath the swelling ground.
Feels like ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
World left me blind.
world is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
bags of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
Build a tomb to store rust,
piles of blowing 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 hide their
That no man forever.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills like nothing could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
World left 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 this be, too much
Chalk another fad up for its into infamy.
What's in a standard if it all the time?
You're having trouble in defining your own kind.
I remind you, we all knew you before,
you threw the at the stage from your glass house on the floor?
Now I think you're punk, just it's in.
You found a foul mouth and a couple pins.
Got a feeling,
I don't to fight no more.
Got a feeling,
I care 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 comes from 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 patches say open-minded,
but still you bear,
some punk in with ska.
You said it work.
Well you can take your home 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The purist a deaf ear.
such an intellect,
Does he think his censorship is 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 than coal,
she set her gaze my bootie,
disco 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 what's the Mister?
it gonna blow?"
I just at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
Time-bomb in the room,
everybody someday,
blows so you better be,
where it's safe.
Thin skinned thinkin',
now gonna die,
don't try to the jukebox,
just this world good-bye.
the deal, don't you feel,
alone now in the
Pushing up the now,
there's better for you to diet.
Seeking 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 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 sorry 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 that all of 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 in the name of Jesus.
Horror stories of tribes being led through rivers while being baptized,
just to be shot and scalped on the side,
rival of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see street preachers screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are every day.
All of this a blanket name of "Christianity."
Your Bible.
Jesus never beat people or insulted into believing in him.
He the truth
And set an example by every man.
We are called to his example.
Remember the at Sand Creek and meeker.
Those who forget the past are to repeat it.
Some cowboys were a ridin', ridin' on the
The was over grazed there,
and spotted like some
The buffalo were 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 up that ladder,
brownie points for me I'll work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
Said one to another,
"I think it be nice,
if we could take these injuns and convert them all to
See, they are all disgusting, and 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 don't believe me,
I beat 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. us, within us.
Spirit of truth, my eyes 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 needs so burn 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 of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
This little light of mine, I'm hold it up, I'm gonna let it.

Johnny's got a grip on a life,
He sucks on the from the dope in his pipe.
around his fingers, a noose is loosing slack,
strangling his forearm to fill his with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a syringe or a barrel of lead.
grasping at straws and up empty,
Carving his life
this somber song of
"Kill me."
Sally spells M-O-N-E-Y.
If she steps on some toes, an eye for an eye.
She's climbing up the ladder, she's 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 itself thin,
hanging in the closet from 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.
at straws, feeding your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing life for the world, you are left alone.
Some throw bricks windows and yell,
others beat their for fear of hell.
Two-edged that cuts flesh to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed the point.
Fistful of a pitiful prize.
blinding yourself, closing your eyes.
The was made eons ago,
chaff in the wind, your life's blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
What is What is true?
to serve not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we will forever.

If you ever find it in your heart.
If you ever think to find some sympathy.
Never ask us to play this song, or that 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 good 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 take one deep breath, then I go outside...

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

me back my sandwich!

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