Luyện nghe bài hát Stinky Hippy

Up from the sands of the 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 the constant feeling,
Of inside his soul.
Feels like nothing did.
Kills like ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
Everything I 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 where men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The same that everything?
Where cities stood, soon found,
Now sink beneath the ground.
Feels nothing ever did.
Kills like ever could.
and jaded world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I want you,
World left me blind.
This is for the taking,
world is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
PCP to kill the pain.
Build a to store your rust,
piles of blowing dust.
Under the sands of the Sahara,
our hero bold, in seach of gold,
a casket for a 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 ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
World 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.

could this be, too much MTV?
Chalk another fad up for its fall infamy.
What's in a standard if it changes all the
You're still having in defining your own kind.
Need I you, we all knew 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 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 till your face turns blue.
Our assurance comes God,
nothing new,
we'll never care 'cause we're never cool for you.
That smug on your face,
your up in the air,
your patches say 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,
Does he his censorship is gaining our respect?
The raising of a fist, 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.
up against 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",
said the in her eye.
"I would like to honey, but I'm to die."
I have got a bomb,
I it to my chest.
it blows I'm out of here,
you can have left.
The room got of quiet,
and you smell the fear.
I only the jukebox play "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,
blows so quick you be,
somewhere where safe.
Thin 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 better for you to diet.
after sucker wealth,
suckers what suckers dealt,
All your you stuffed your face,
now you're dead I my case.
Got a story to tell,
so you listen 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 Third World Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
ditch this sorry and all its worth.
Keep candle burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up the middle of the 20th century,
many Americans believed in the known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It held that all of America,
sea to shining sea,
was rightfully the of the U.S. and was given to us by God.
Native Americans unscrupulously thrown off their homelands
and in the name 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 street preachers screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi Hate crimes are every day.
All of this 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 at Sand Creek and meeker.
who forget the past are doomed to repeat it.
Some were a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The grass was grazed there,
and spotted 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, we feel;
I'm climbing up ladder,
more brownie points for me work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
one cowboy to another,
"I think it be nice,
if we could take these and convert them all to Christ;
See, are all disgusting, and bringing me great pain,
and if they believe me,
we'll put a bullet in brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how should repent now,
or going to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a cannon brimmed powder.
If people don't me,
I just beat them and louder.

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

Burn. Burn. Burn. Within us, us.
Spirit of truth, my deceive me,
me how to see,
Ears hear, my mouth is too dry to speak.
You have me, you, you know me, there is nothing good inside me.
me, make me clean.
My heart courage so burn inside of me.
Burn our hearts oh God.
me to be still.
Let the tears from our eyes,
all we want is Christ.
We to...

This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it
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.
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 barrel of lead.
at straws and coming up empty,
Carving with his
this somber song of
"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, building up a wall,
to block out the world or the fear she'll fall.
Tightrope thins, never stops.
Money means from a 40 floor drop.
her security blanket has itself thin,
she's hanging in the closet a rope of her own sin.
Nothing changes will.
skeptic, primed for the kill
Seeking nothing but gain,
filling your pockets, and again.
your soul, taking you fill.
Grasping at straws, feeding own will.
your conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your life for the world, you are alone.
throw bricks through windows and yell,
others beat their for fear of hell.
Two-edged that cuts flesh to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
Fistful of a pitiful prize.
YOu're yourself, closing your eyes.
The point was made ago,
in the wind, your life's 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 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 will come out right.
I my hair, and put on my favorite 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 he drinks dairy 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.
Stinky today.
Stinky hippy, hippy.
Perspiration.