Luyện nghe bài hát Stinky Hippy

Up from the sands of the 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 the constant feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
Feels like ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World that me blind.
the sands of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried treasure deep,
in darkened tombs where men sleep.
Gold hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers
Where cities stood, deserts found,
Now beneath the swelling ground.
Feels nothing ever did.
Kills like nothing could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
that left me blind.
This is for the taking,
world is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
PCP to kill the pain.
Build a tomb to 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 hero stands, in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The masses cheer, to hide their
no man lives forever.
Feels nothing ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded 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 they would pay me,
and I to buy a hot dog.

What this be, too much MTV?
Chalk another fad up for its into infamy.
What's in a standard if it all the time?
You're still having trouble in your own kind.
Need I you, we all knew 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 mouth and a couple safety pins.
Got a feeling,
I want to fight no more.
Got a feeling,
I care if we're punk, or ska, or hardcore,
for you, it's sad but true,
you can call us names till face turns blue.
Our comes from God,
nothing new,
we'll never 'cause we're never cool enough for you.
That smug look on face,
your up in the air,
your patches say 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 turns a deaf ear.
such an intellect,
Does he his censorship is gaining our respect?
The of a fist, like a trigger of a gun.
Stop and see all alike, and we can dance as one.

I into the room, and she was right there waiting.
Leaning up the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and blacker some coal,
she set her upon my bootie,
disco in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress with her doors open me inside.
"I to take 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.
it blows I'm out of here,
you can have left.
The room got of quiet,
and you could the fear.
I only the jukebox play "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So the verdict Mister?
it gonna blow?"
I just at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
Time-bomb in the room,
everybody 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 this good-bye.
the deal, don't you feel,
alone now in the
up the daisies now,
there's better for you to diet.
Seeking sucker wealth,
suckers feel what dealt,
All your life you stuffed face,
now you're dead I 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 dropped some on the floor.
She dropped her with a clank,
she was thinkin' World Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
this sorry world and all its worth.
Keep your burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up until the middle of the century,
Americans believed in the idea known as the "Manifest Destiny."
It held all of North America,
sea to shining sea,
was the property of the U.S. and was given to us by God.
Native Americans unscrupulously thrown off their homelands
and slaughtered in the of Jesus.
Horror stories of entire tribes being led through while 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 every day.
All of this a blanket name of "Christianity."
Read Bible.
Jesus never beat or insulted them into believing in him.
He spoke the
And set an example by every man.
We are to follow his example.
Remember the at Sand Creek and meeker.
Those who the past are doomed to repeat it.
Some were a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The was over grazed 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, we feel;
I'm up that ladder,
more brownie points for me I'll work my way to you wait and see.
one cowboy to another,
"I it would 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 don't me,
we'll put a 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 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 Spirit burn us.

Burn. Burn. Burn. us, within us.
of truth, my eyes deceive me,
me how to see,
Ears hear, my mouth is too dry to speak.
You searched 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 roll our eyes,
all we is Jesus Christ.
We to...

This little of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
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 with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a syringe or a full of lead.
grasping at and coming up empty,
Carving with his
this somber song of
"Kill me."
spells success M-O-N-E-Y.
If she steps on some toes, an eye for an eye.
climbing up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
to block out the world or the fear that fall.
thins, conviction never stops.
Money means from a 40 floor drop.
her security has worn itself thin,
she's hanging in the closet from a of her own sin.
Nothing changes will.
Always skeptic, primed for the
nothing but selfish gain,
filling your pockets, and again.
Selling 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 through windows and yell,
others their backs for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword that cuts to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed the point.
Fistful of a pitiful prize.
YOu're yourself, closing your eyes.
The point was made ago,
chaff in the wind, your life's blow.
Nothing you do, can be new.
What is good? is true?
Seeking to not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we will forever.

If you could find it in your heart.
If you could ever to find some 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 written yet about time we did some stuff.

I feel 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 drinks 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 only them you should 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.