Luyện nghe bài hát Stinky Hippy

Up the sands 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 hand to the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
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.
Beneath the sands of the Sahara lies,
Buried sunken deep,
in darkened tombs where men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The same that everything?
cities stood, soon deserts found,
Now beneath the swelling ground.
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,
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,
Moth-eaten of blowing dust.
Under the sands of the Sahara,
Goes our hero bold, in of gold,
a for a dying world.
Our hero stands, in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The cheer, to hide their fears
no man lives forever.
Feels like ever did.
Kills like ever could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't you, and I don't want 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 be, too much MTV?
Chalk another fad up for its fall infamy.
in a standard if it changes all the time?
You're still having trouble in your own kind.
I remind you, we all knew you before,
you threw the rocks at the stage your glass house on the floor?
Now I think you're punk, just it's in.
You found a foul and a couple safety pins.
Got a feeling,
I don't want to no more.
Got a feeling,
I care if we're punk, or ska, or hardcore,
enough for you, sad but true,
you can call us names till your face blue.
Our assurance comes God,
it's new,
we'll care 'cause we're never cool enough for you.
That smug on your face,
nose up in the air,
your patches say open-minded,
but still you bear,
some thrown in with ska.
You it wouldn't work.
you can take your Vespa home 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The purist turns a ear.
such an intellect,
Does he his censorship is gaining our respect?
The of a fist, like a trigger of a gun.
and see we're all alike, and we can dance as one.

I walked into the room, and she was right 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 with her doors inviting me inside.
"I want to 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 could the fear.
I only heard the play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So the verdict Mister?
When's it blow?"
I winked at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
Time-bomb in the room,
goes someday,
blows so quick you be,
where it's safe.
Thin thread-bare thinkin',
now gonna die,
try to rock the jukebox,
just kiss world good-bye.
What's the deal, you feel,
now in the silence?
Pushing up the now,
better ways for you to diet.
Seeking sucker wealth,
suckers feel suckers dealt,
All your you stuffed your face,
now dead I rest my case.
Got a here to tell,
so you better well.
some old in a church,
got a in her purse.
You rich, she was poor.
You dropped some on the floor.
She dropped her with a clank,
she was thinkin' Third World Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch sorry world 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 held all of North America,
sea to shining sea,
was rightfully the property of the U.S. and was to us by God.
Native Americans were thrown off their homelands
and in the name of Jesus.
Horror of entire tribes being led through rivers while being baptized,
just to be and scalped on the other side,
rival of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see street corner preachers at passers-by,
while the of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are escalating every day.
All of this a blanket name of "Christianity."
Your Bible.
Jesus never beat people or insulted into believing in him.
He the truth
And set an example by every man.
We are called to his example.
the Massacres at Sand Creek and meeker.
Those who the past are doomed to repeat it.
cowboys were a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The grass was grazed there,
and like some mange;
The were dead there,
the they all were through,
and if saw some Injuns,
why would kill them too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, let's kill, steal"
We can almost justify, anything we
I'm climbing up ladder,
more brownie points for me work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
Said one to another,
"I think it be nice,
if we could take injuns and convert them all to Christ;
See, are all disgusting, and bringing me great pain,
and if they don't me,
put a bullet in their brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how should repent now,
or going to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a cannon with powder.
If don't believe me,
I just them and yell louder.

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

Burn. Burn. Burn. us, within 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, is nothing good inside me.
Purge me, me clean.
My heart needs courage so burn of me.
within our hearts oh God.
me to be still.
Let the tears roll our eyes,
all we want is Christ.
We to...

This little light of mine, I'm let it shine
This little of mine, I'm gonna hold it up, I'm gonna let it.

Johnny's got a on a blissful life,
He sucks on the smoke the dope in his pipe.
Wrapped around his fingers, a is loosing slack,
strangling his forearm to his vewins with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a or a barrel full of lead.
grasping at straws and up empty,
with his life
this somber song of
"Kill me."
spells success M-O-N-E-Y.
If she steps on some toes, an eye for an eye.
She's up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
to block out the world or the fear she'll fall.
Tightrope thins, never stops.
means nothing from a 40 floor drop.
her security blanket has worn thin,
hanging in the closet from a rope of her own sin.
Nothing changes will.
Always skeptic, primed for the
Seeking nothing but gain,
filling pockets, again and again.
your soul, taking you fill.
Grasping at straws, feeding own will.
your conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your for the world, you are left alone.
Some throw bricks windows and yell,
others their backs 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, closing eyes.
The point was eons ago,
chaff in the wind, your life's blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
What is What is true?
to serve not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we live forever.

If you could ever it in your heart.
If you could ever think to find sympathy.
Never ask us to play this song, or that song our pants, or our Kitty-Doggie.
Never ask us to play Godzilla, or Shut Up, or a song we haven't yet about that time we did some stuff.

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

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

me back my sandwich!

is a vegetarian,
Not vegan 'cause he drinks and,
He's not like me who also meat.
He the war with the sandals on his feet.
for mediocrity! (several times)
Helpless are trapped,
for killing only them you 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.
Stinky today.
Stinky hippy, hippy.
Perspiration.