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 his hand to fill the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
World that me blind.
Beneath the sands of the mighty lies,
treasure sunken deep,
in darkened tombs dead men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers
Where cities stood, deserts found,
Now beneath the swelling ground.
Feels like ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
that left me blind.
This is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
Build a tomb to store rust,
Moth-eaten of blowing dust.
the sands 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 their fears
no man lives forever.
Feels nothing ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
that 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 could this be, too MTV?
Chalk another fad up for its into infamy.
What's in a standard if it changes all the
You're still having trouble in defining own kind.
Need I remind you, we all you before,
you threw the rocks at the from your glass house on the floor?
Now I think you're punk, because it's in.
You found a mouth and a couple safety pins.
Got a feeling,
I want to fight no more.
Got a feeling,
I don't if we're punk, or ska, or hardcore,
enough for you, sad but true,
you can call us names till your turns blue.
Our assurance comes God,
it's new,
we'll never care we're never cool enough for you.
That smug look on face,
nose up in the air,
your say you're 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 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.
Stop and see we're all alike, and we can 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 some coal,
she set her gaze my bootie,
with in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress her doors open inviting me inside.
"I to take you home with me",
the sparkle in her eye.
"I would like to honey, but I'm to die."
I have got a 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 smell the fear.
I only heard the play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So the verdict Mister?
it gonna blow?"
I winked at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
tickin' in the room,
everybody someday,
so quick you better be,
somewhere where safe.
skinned thread-bare thinkin',
now you're die,
don't try to the jukebox,
kiss this world good-bye.
What's the deal, you feel,
now in the silence?
Pushing up the now,
there's ways for you to diet.
after sucker wealth,
suckers what suckers dealt,
All life you stuffed your face,
now you're dead I my case.
Got a story to tell,
so you listen 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 nickel a clank,
she was thinkin' Third 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 middle of the century,
Americans 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.
Americans were unscrupulously 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 on the other side,
rival those of the Inquisition.
Today, I see corner preachers screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi Hate are escalating every day.
All of this under a blanket of "Christianity."
Read Bible.
Jesus beat people or insulted them into believing in him.
He the truth
And set an example by loving man.
We are called to his example.
the Massacres at Sand Creek and meeker.
Those who the past are doomed to repeat it.
Some cowboys were a ridin', on the range;
The grass was over there,
and spotted like some
The buffalo were there,
the trees all were through,
and if saw some Injuns,
why they would kill too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, kill, let's steal"
We can almost justify, we feel;
I'm climbing up ladder,
more brownie points for me I'll 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 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 should repent now,
or going to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a brimmed with powder.
If people 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 within us.

Burn. Burn. Burn. Within us, us.
of truth, my eyes deceive me,
me how to see,
Ears cannot hear, my is too dry to speak.
You searched me, you, you know me, there is nothing good inside me.
Purge me, me clean.
My heart needs courage so burn of me.
Burn within our oh God.
me to be still.
Let the roll from our eyes,
all we want is 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 from the dope in his pipe.
Wrapped around his fingers, a noose is slack,
strangling his forearm to fill his with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a or a barrel full of lead.
at straws and coming up empty,
Carving with his
this somber of hope:
"Kill me."
spells success M-O-N-E-Y.
If she steps on some toes, an eye for an eye.
climbing up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
to block out the world or the fear that fall.
Tightrope thins, conviction stops.
Money means nothing from a 40 drop.
her security has worn itself thin,
she's hanging in the closet a rope of her own sin.
Nothing changes will.
Always skeptic, primed for the
Seeking nothing but gain,
filling your pockets, and again.
Selling your soul, you fill.
at straws, feeding your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
your life for the world, you are left alone.
Some bricks through windows and yell,
others their backs for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword that flesh to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed the point.
Fistful of sand a prize.
YOu're blinding yourself, your eyes.
The point was made ago,
chaff in the wind, your gonna blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
What is good? is true?
to serve not ourselves, never.
The is God, we will live forever.

If you could find it in your heart.
If you could ever think to find sympathy.
Never ask us to play this song, or 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,
time 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...

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

Give me my sandwich!

is a vegetarian,
Not vegan 'cause he dairy and,
He's not like me who also 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.
hippy today.
Stinky hippy, hippy.
Perspiration.