Luyện nghe bài hát Stinky Hippy

Up from the sands of the mighty 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 the constant feeling,
Of inside his soul.
Feels nothing ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World left me blind.
the sands of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried sunken deep,
in darkened tombs dead men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers
cities stood, soon deserts found,
Now beneath the swelling ground.
Feels 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.
This is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
PCP to kill the pain.
Build a tomb to your rust,
Moth-eaten of blowing dust.
Under the sands of the Sahara,
Goes our bold, in seach of gold,
a for a dying world.
Our stands, wealth in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The cheer, to hide their fears
no man lives forever.
Feels like nothing did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World left 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 this be, too much MTV?
Chalk another fad up for its fall infamy.
What's in a standard if it changes all the
You're still having in defining your own kind.
Need I you, we all knew you before,
you threw the rocks at the from your glass house on the floor?
Now I think you're punk, just it's in.
You found a foul 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,
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 'cause we're never cool for you.
smug look on your face,
your 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 Vespa home 'cause ska you a jerk.
The turns a deaf ear.
He's an intellect,
Does he his censorship 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 into the room, and she was right there waiting.
Leaning up the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and blacker than coal,
she set her upon my bootie,
with in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress her doors open inviting me inside.
"I want to take you with me",
the sparkle in her eye.
"I would like to honey, but I'm to die."
I got a time bomb,
I it to my chest.
it blows I'm out of here,
you can have left.
The room got of quiet,
and you could the fear.
I heard the jukebox play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So what's the Mister?
it gonna blow?"
I just at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
tickin' in the room,
everybody someday,
blows so you better be,
somewhere it's safe.
Thin skinned thinkin',
now gonna die,
don't try to the jukebox,
kiss 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.
Seeking after wealth,
suckers what suckers dealt,
All life you stuffed your face,
now dead 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 fifties on the floor.
She dropped her with a clank,
she was Third World Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch this sorry and all its worth.
Keep your burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up the middle of the 20th century,
many Americans believed in the idea as the "Manifest Destiny."
It held that all of America,
from sea to sea,
was rightfully the of the U.S. and was given to us by God.
Native Americans were unscrupulously off their homelands
and slaughtered in the of Jesus.
Horror stories of entire being led through rivers while being baptized,
just to be shot and on the other side,
rival those of the Inquisition.
Today, I see street preachers screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi crimes are escalating every day.
All of this under a blanket of "Christianity."
Your Bible.
Jesus never beat people or them into believing in him.
He spoke the
And set an by loving every man.
We are to follow his example.
the Massacres at Sand Creek and meeker.
Those who forget the are doomed to repeat it.
Some cowboys were a ridin', on the range;
The grass was over there,
and spotted like mange;
The buffalo were there,
the they 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 almost justify, we feel;
I'm climbing up ladder,
more brownie for me I'll work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
one cowboy to another,
"I it would be nice,
if we could these injuns and convert them all to Christ;
See, are all disgusting, and bringing me great pain,
and if they believe me,
we'll put a in their brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how should repent now,
or going to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a cannon brimmed 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,
rushing wind around us,
Holy Spirit burn us.

Burn. Burn. Burn. us, within 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 heart needs courage so burn of me.
within our hearts oh God.
me to be still.
Let the tears roll our eyes,
all we is Jesus Christ.
We to...

This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it
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.
Wrapped around his fingers, a is loosing slack,
strangling his forearm to fill his vewins smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a syringe or a full of lead.
at straws and coming up empty,
Carving his life
this song of hope:
"Kill me."
spells success M-O-N-E-Y.
If she on some toes, it's an eye for an eye.
She's climbing up the ladder, she's up a wall,
to block out the world or the fear that fall.
Tightrope thins, never stops.
Money means nothing a 40 floor drop.
her security blanket has worn thin,
she's hanging in the 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 soul, taking you fill.
Grasping at straws, your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your life for the world, you are alone.
Some bricks through windows and yell,
others beat backs for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword that cuts to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
Fistful of sand a prize.
YOu're 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?
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 pretty good today,
This I can see it.
This time I see her face,
the words will out right.
I my hair, and put on my favorite shirt.
I take one last breath, then I go outside...

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

Give me my sandwich!

is a vegetarian,
Not vegan 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 killing only 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.