Luyện nghe bài hát Stinky Hippy

Up from the of the mighty Sahara comes,
Our bold, who so it's 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.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World left me blind.
Beneath the sands of the Sahara lies,
Buried treasure deep,
in darkened where dead men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers
Where cities stood, soon found,
Now sink beneath the ground.
like nothing ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
World left me blind.
This is for the taking,
world is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
a tomb to store your rust,
Moth-eaten piles of dust.
Under the of the mighty Sahara,
Goes our bold, in seach of gold,
a for a dying world.
Our stands, wealth in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The masses cheer, to hide their
no man lives forever.
Feels nothing ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
World left me blind.

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

What could this be, too much
another fad up for its fall into infamy.
What's in a if it changes all the time?
You're still having in defining your own kind.
Need I remind you, we all you before,
you threw the at the stage from your glass house on the floor?
Now I think you're punk, because it's in.
You found a foul 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,
for you, it's sad but true,
you can call us till your face turns blue.
Our assurance from God,
nothing new,
we'll care 'cause we're never cool enough for you.
smug look 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 Vespa home 'cause ska you a jerk.
The purist a deaf ear.
such an intellect,
Does he think his censorship is gaining our
The raising of a fist, like a 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 than some coal,
she set her upon my bootie,
disco 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",
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 have left.
The got kind of quiet,
and you could the fear.
I heard the jukebox play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So the verdict Mister?
When's it blow?"
I just at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
tickin' in the room,
everybody someday,
blows so quick you be,
where it's safe.
Thin skinned thinkin',
now you're die,
don't try to the jukebox,
kiss this world good-bye.
What's the deal, you feel,
alone now in the
Pushing up the now,
there's ways for you to diet.
after sucker wealth,
suckers feel what dealt,
All your life you stuffed face,
now you're I rest my case.
Got a here to tell,
so you better well.
old lady in a church,
got a in her purse.
You rich, she was poor.
You some fifties on the floor.
She her nickel with a clank,
she was thinkin' World Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch this world and all its worth.
Keep your burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up until the middle of the century,
many Americans believed in the known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It held that all of America,
from sea to sea,
was rightfully the property of the U.S. and was to us by God.
Native Americans were unscrupulously thrown off their
and in the name of Jesus.
Horror of entire tribes being led through rivers while being baptized,
to be shot and scalped 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 under a blanket name 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 to follow his example.
Remember the Massacres at Creek and meeker.
Those who forget the are doomed to repeat it.
cowboys were a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The grass was over there,
and spotted some mange;
The buffalo were there,
the they all were 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 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 them all to Christ;
See, they are all disgusting, and bringing me pain,
and if don't believe me,
we'll put a bullet in brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how people repent now,
or they're to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a brimmed with powder.
If people don't me,
I just beat and yell louder.

I see a on a hill,
I see the way to be filled,
rushing wind around us,
Holy burn within us.

Burn. Burn. Burn. us, within us.
Spirit of truth, my eyes me,
me how to see,
Ears cannot hear, my 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 within our oh God.
me to be still.
Let the tears 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 hold it up, I'm gonna let it.

Johnny's got a on a blissful life,
He on the smoke from the dope in his pipe.
Wrapped around his fingers, a noose is slack,
strangling his forearm to his vewins with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a syringe or a barrel of lead.
at straws and coming up empty,
Carving with his
somber song of hope:
"Kill me."
Sally 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 she'll fall.
thins, conviction never stops.
Money means nothing a 40 floor drop.
her security blanket has itself thin,
she's in the closet from a rope of her own sin.
Nothing nothing will.
Always skeptic, for the kill
nothing but selfish gain,
filling pockets, again and again.
Selling your soul, you fill.
Grasping at straws, feeding own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your life for the world, you are alone.
Some throw through windows and yell,
others beat their for fear of hell.
sword that cuts flesh to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
Fistful of sand a prize.
YOu're yourself, closing your eyes.
The point was eons ago,
chaff in the wind, your gonna blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
What is What is true?
Seeking to not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we will forever.

If you could ever find it in heart.
If you could ever to find some sympathy.
Never ask us to this 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 time we did some stuff.

I pretty good today,
time I can see it.
This when I see her face,
the words come out right.
I my hair, and put on my favorite shirt.
I take one last breath, then I go outside...

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

Give me my sandwich!

is a vegetarian,
Not vegan 'cause he dairy and,
not like 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! Know Grandma! Grandma, ahhhhhhhh.

Get patchouli.
Get the dreadlock.
Get the sandal.
hippy today.
Stinky hippy, hippy.
Perspiration.