Luyện nghe bài hát Stinky Hippy

Up the sands of the mighty Sahara comes,
Our hero bold, who so told,
is a lot you and me.
His passion burns, the it turns,
He fills his to fill the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of inside his soul.
like 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 that me blind.
Beneath the of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried treasure deep,
in tombs where dead men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers
Where cities stood, soon found,
Now beneath the swelling ground.
Feels like nothing did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
that left me blind.
This is for the taking,
world is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
Build a to store your rust,
piles of blowing dust.
Under the of the mighty Sahara,
Goes our bold, in seach of gold,
a casket for a world.
Our stands, wealth in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The masses cheer, to hide fears
no man lives forever.
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,
that 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.

could this be, too much MTV?
Chalk another fad up for its fall infamy.
What's in a if it changes all the time?
You're still trouble in defining your own kind.
Need I remind you, we all you before,
you threw the rocks at the stage from glass house on the floor?
Now I you're punk, just because it's in.
You found a mouth and a couple safety pins.
Got a feeling,
I don't want to no more.
Got a feeling,
I don't 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 assurance from God,
it's new,
we'll never care 'cause we're never cool for you.
That look on your face,
your up in the air,
your say you're open-minded,
but you couldn't bear,
some punk in with ska.
You it wouldn't work.
Well you can take your Vespa home ska made you a jerk.
The purist a deaf ear.
He's an intellect,
he think his censorship is gaining 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 into the room, and she was there waiting.
Leaning up the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and blacker some coal,
she set her gaze my bootie,
disco in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress her doors open inviting me inside.
"I want to take you home me",
said the in her eye.
"I like 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 got kind of quiet,
and you could the fear.
I only heard the jukebox "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So what's the verdict
When's it blow?"
I winked at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
Time-bomb in the room,
everybody someday,
so quick you better be,
somewhere where 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,
better ways 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 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 the middle of the 20th 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.
Native Americans were thrown off their homelands
and slaughtered in the of Jesus.
Horror of entire tribes being led through rivers while being baptized,
just to be shot and on the other side,
rival of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see corner preachers screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are every day.
All of this under a name of "Christianity."
Read Bible.
Jesus never people or insulted them into believing in him.
He the truth
And set an example by loving man.
We are called to his example.
Remember the Massacres at Creek and meeker.
Those who forget the past are to repeat it.
Some cowboys were a ridin', ridin' on the
The grass was grazed there,
and spotted some mange;
The buffalo dead there,
the trees all were through,
and if they saw Injuns,
why they kill them too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, let's kill, steal"
We can almost justify, we feel;
I'm up that ladder,
more 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 them all to Christ;
See, are all disgusting, and bringing me great pain,
and if they don't me,
we'll put a 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 brimmed powder.
If people believe me,
I just beat them and 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 searched me, you, you know me, there is nothing good inside me.
me, make me clean.
My heart needs so burn inside 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 light of mine, I'm gonna 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 from the 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,
a syringe or a barrel full of lead.
grasping at and coming up empty,
Carving with his
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 that fall.
Tightrope thins, never stops.
Money means from a 40 floor drop.
her security blanket has worn thin,
she's in the closet from a rope of her own sin.
changes nothing will.
Always skeptic, primed for the
nothing but selfish gain,
filling your pockets, and again.
Selling your soul, you fill.
at straws, feeding your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your for the world, you are left alone.
Some throw bricks windows and yell,
others beat backs for fear of hell.
sword that cuts flesh to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
of sand a pitiful prize.
YOu're blinding yourself, your eyes.
The point was made ago,
chaff in the wind, your life's blow.
you do, nothing can be new.
What is What is true?
to serve not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we live forever.

If you ever find 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 song we haven't written yet that time we did some stuff.

I feel pretty today,
time I can see it.
This when I see her face,
the words will out right.
I comb my hair, and put on my shirt.
I take one deep 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 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.