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 burns, the world it turns,
He fills his hand to the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of inside his soul.
Feels nothing ever did.
Kills like ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
World that me blind.
Beneath the of the mighty Sahara lies,
treasure sunken deep,
in darkened tombs dead men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The same covers everything?
Where cities stood, soon found,
Now sink beneath the ground.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills like ever could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World left me blind.
This is for the taking,
world is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
Build a tomb to store rust,
Moth-eaten piles of dust.
the sands 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 masses cheer, to their fears
That no man forever.
Feels like ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
that left me blind.

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

What could be, too much MTV?
Chalk fad up for its fall into infamy.
What's in a if it changes all the time?
You're still having trouble in your own kind.
Need I you, we all knew you before,
you threw the rocks at the stage from your glass house on the
Now I think you're punk, just because 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 your face blue.
Our comes from God,
it's new,
we'll care 'cause we're never cool enough for you.
That smug on your face,
your up in the air,
your patches say open-minded,
but you couldn't bear,
some thrown in with ska.
You it wouldn't work.
Well you can take your home 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The purist a deaf ear.
He's an intellect,
Does he think his censorship is our respect?
The raising of a fist, a trigger of a gun.
Stop and see we're all alike, and we can 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 upon my bootie,
with in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the with 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.
When it I'm out of here,
you can what's left.
The got kind of quiet,
and you could the fear.
I only 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.
skinned thread-bare thinkin',
now you're die,
try to rock the jukebox,
just kiss this good-bye.
the deal, don't you feel,
alone now in the
Pushing up the now,
there's ways for you to diet.
Seeking after wealth,
suckers feel what dealt,
All life you stuffed your face,
now you're I rest my case.
Got a story 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 dropped her nickel a clank,
she was Third World Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
this sorry world and all its worth.
Keep candle burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up until the of the 20th century,
many Americans believed in the idea 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.
Americans were unscrupulously thrown off their homelands
and in the name of Jesus.
Horror stories of entire tribes being led through rivers being baptized,
just to be shot and on the other side,
rival of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see street corner 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 insulted them into in him.
He spoke the
And set an by loving every man.
We are called to his example.
the Massacres at Sand Creek and meeker.
Those who the past are doomed to repeat it.
Some were a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The was over grazed there,
and spotted some mange;
The were dead there,
the trees they all through,
and if they saw Injuns,
why they kill them too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, kill, let's steal"
We can almost justify, anything we
I'm up that ladder,
more brownie for me I'll work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
Said one to another,
"I it would be nice,
if we could take these injuns and them all to Christ;
See, are all disgusting, and bringing me great pain,
and if they believe me,
we'll put a bullet in brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how people should now,
or going to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a cannon brimmed powder.
If people believe 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 burn within us.

Burn. Burn. Burn. Within us, 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, there is nothing good me.
me, make me clean.
My heart needs courage so burn of me.
Burn 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 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 to fill his vewins with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a or a barrel full of lead.
grasping at and coming up empty,
Carving his life
this song of hope:
"Kill me."
Sally success M-O-N-E-Y.
If she steps on toes, it's an eye for an eye.
She's climbing up the ladder, building up a wall,
to block out the world or the that she'll fall.
Tightrope thins, conviction stops.
Money means nothing from a 40 drop.
her security blanket has worn thin,
she's hanging in the closet from a of her own sin.
Nothing changes will.
Always skeptic, for the kill
nothing but selfish gain,
filling your pockets, and again.
Selling soul, taking 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.
Two-edged that cuts flesh to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
Fistful of sand a prize.
YOu're blinding yourself, your eyes.
The point was eons ago,
chaff in the wind, your gonna blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
What is good? What is
to serve not ourselves, never.
The is God, we will live forever.

If you could ever it in your heart.
If you could ever think to 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 Shut Up, or a we haven't written yet about that time we did some stuff.

I feel pretty today,
time 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 breath, then I go outside...

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

Give me my sandwich!

is a vegetarian,
Not vegan 'cause he drinks and,
He's not me who also eats meat.
He protests the war the sandals 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.