Luyện nghe bài hát Stinky Hippy

Up from the sands of the mighty comes,
Our bold, who so it's 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.
Feels like ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
I left behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
that left me blind.
Beneath the of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried treasure deep,
in darkened tombs dead men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The that covers everything?
cities stood, soon deserts found,
Now sink the swelling ground.
Feels like ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
World left me blind.
This is for the taking,
This is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
PCP to kill the pain.
Build a to store your rust,
piles of blowing dust.
Under the 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 like nothing did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and jaded 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 be, too much MTV?
Chalk another fad up for its into infamy.
What's in a standard if it changes all the
You're having trouble in defining 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, because it's in.
You found a foul mouth and a 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 your face turns blue.
Our assurance comes God,
it's new,
never care 'cause we're never cool enough for you.
That smug look on face,
your up in the air,
your say you're open-minded,
but you couldn't bear,
some thrown in with 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 gaining our
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 right 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 with her doors open inviting me inside.
"I want to take you home me",
the sparkle 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 what's left.
The room got of quiet,
and you smell the fear.
I heard the jukebox play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So what's the verdict
it gonna blow?"
I winked at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
Time-bomb in the room,
goes someday,
blows so quick you be,
somewhere it's safe.
skinned thread-bare thinkin',
now gonna die,
don't try to 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.
after sucker wealth,
suckers feel what dealt,
All your you stuffed your face,
now you're dead I 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 some fifties on the floor.
She dropped her nickel a clank,
she was thinkin' Third Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch this world and all its worth.
Keep candle burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up until the of the 20th century,
many Americans believed in the 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 unscrupulously thrown off their
and slaughtered in the of Jesus.
Horror stories of entire 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,
the amount of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are escalating every day.
All of this a blanket name of "Christianity."
Your Bible.
Jesus never beat people or them into believing in him.
He the truth
And set an by loving every man.
We are called to his example.
Remember the at Sand Creek and meeker.
who forget the past are doomed to repeat it.
Some cowboys were a ridin', ridin' on the
The grass was grazed there,
and like some mange;
The were dead there,
the they all were through,
and if saw some Injuns,
why they would kill 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, are all disgusting, and bringing me great pain,
and if they believe 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 brimmed with powder.
If people believe me,
I just beat them and louder.

I see a on a hill,
I see the way to be filled,
mighty rushing 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 nothing good me.
Purge me, me clean.
My heart needs so burn inside of me.
within our hearts 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 gonna hold it up, I'm 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 noose is 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 of hope:
"Kill me."
spells success M-O-N-E-Y.
If she steps on toes, it's an eye for an eye.
She's climbing up the ladder, building up a wall,
to block out the world or the that she'll fall.
Tightrope thins, never stops.
Money means from a 40 floor drop.
her security has worn itself thin,
she's hanging in the closet a rope of her own sin.
changes nothing 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 bricks through windows and yell,
beat their backs for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword cuts flesh to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed the point.
of sand a pitiful prize.
YOu're blinding yourself, closing eyes.
The point was eons ago,
chaff in the wind, your life's blow.
you do, nothing can be new.
What is What is true?
Seeking to not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we will forever.

If you could ever it in your heart.
If you could ever think to find 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 that we did some stuff.

I pretty good today,
time I can see it.
This time I see her face,
the will come out right.
I comb my hair, and put on my shirt.
I take one last 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 drinks and,
He's not like me who eats meat.
He protests the war with the 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! Grandma! Gnome Grandma, ahhhhhhhh.

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