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 fills his to fill the void,
And the constant feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
Feels like 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.
Beneath the sands of the Sahara lies,
Buried treasure 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.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
World left me blind.
This is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
bags of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
Build a tomb to your rust,
Moth-eaten of blowing 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 hide fears
no man lives forever.
Feels like ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
that left me blind.

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

What could this be, too much
Chalk another fad up for its fall infamy.
in a standard 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 from your glass house on the floor?
Now I think you're punk, just because in.
You a foul mouth 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,
enough for you, sad but true,
you can us names till your face turns blue.
Our assurance comes God,
nothing new,
we'll never care 'cause we're cool enough for you.
That smug look on face,
nose up in the air,
your say you're open-minded,
but you couldn't bear,
some punk thrown in ska.
You it wouldn't work.
Well you can your Vespa home 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The purist turns a 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 all alike, and we can dance as one.

I walked into the room, and she was there waiting.
up against the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and than some coal,
she set her gaze my bootie,
with in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress with her doors open me inside.
"I want to you home with 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 have left.
The got kind of quiet,
and you could the fear.
I heard the jukebox play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So what's the Mister?
When's it blow?"
I just at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
Time-bomb in the room,
everybody someday,
blows so quick you be,
where it's safe.
Thin thread-bare thinkin',
now you're die,
try to rock the jukebox,
just kiss world good-bye.
the deal, don't you feel,
alone now in the
up the daisies now,
there's ways for you to diet.
Seeking after wealth,
suckers what suckers dealt,
All life you stuffed your face,
now you're dead I 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 dropped some on the floor.
She dropped her nickel a clank,
she was thinkin' Third World Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch sorry 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 idea as the "Manifest Destiny."
It that all of North America,
from sea to sea,
was the property of the U.S. and was given to us by God.
Native Americans were unscrupulously thrown off homelands
and slaughtered in the of Jesus.
Horror stories of entire tribes being led through rivers being baptized,
just to be 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 Hate crimes are escalating day.
All of this a blanket name of "Christianity."
Read Bible.
never 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 Sand and meeker.
Those who forget the past are doomed to it.
Some were a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The was over grazed there,
and like some mange;
The buffalo dead there,
the they all were through,
and if saw some Injuns,
why they would them too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, let's kill, steal"
We can justify, anything we feel;
I'm climbing up ladder,
more brownie points for me I'll my way to Jesus you wait and see.
one cowboy to another,
"I think it be nice,
if we could take these injuns and convert 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 don't 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. Within us, 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.
Purge me, me clean.
My heart needs courage so burn 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 light 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 grip on a life,
He sucks on the smoke from the in his pipe.
around his fingers, a noose 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 with his
this song of hope:
"Kill me."
Sally success M-O-N-E-Y.
If she steps on some toes, an eye for an eye.
She's climbing up the ladder, she's up a wall,
to out the world or the fear that she'll fall.
Tightrope thins, never stops.
means nothing from a 40 floor drop.
her security has worn itself thin,
she's in the closet from a rope of her own sin.
changes nothing will.
Always skeptic, for the kill
Seeking but selfish gain,
filling pockets, again 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.
throw 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 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 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 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 written yet about that time we did some stuff.

I feel pretty 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 deep breath, I go outside...

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

Give me my sandwich!

is a vegetarian,
Not 'cause he drinks 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 killing them 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.