Luyện nghe bài hát The Harvest

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Its the time for the
of the harvest
Its the time of the
Your

[Bonez
My ride down on a mountain of dust im lost
With nobody around i cant with the cost
Of the cell phone or tow truck or the cops
Nobody gonna find me my cold heart stopps
(I started walkin' and all of a suddent the sky rain)
Seen a house on the way looked insane
With no windows or so i stepped inside the room
Anything can happen so im trying to leave soon
(And then i a blade)
Hangin' down from the wall theres no explaination for the crazy i saw
Got me trippin' but i for the steel anyway
Thats all i can say after that day
They say too peopole died at that main highway
I guessed i murdered them all im possesed by the blade
So lockin my up for life and now im gone
And the only on my mind is what i did wrong

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Its the time for the harvest Time of the
(when the sling blade works in ways thats so sticky to to die die die die die die die)
Its the of the harvest Your time
(In the chills the blood spills and drippin' we all die die die die die die die)

When i i got the urge to kill
As if for real i draw a and then i reachin for steel
The sharpest razor blades that my first rate
Hands of full believers full of and hate
Used by souls, many years on the crops
Slicin through dicing thought and corn spots
But when i grab it something happens that hears all of my
Takin' control of my emotions like a possession
No remorse in my heart for the it made me do
All the blood that was like it wasnt even true
Wake up in sweat sheets covered in red
Then the hit me of all the sould that we bled
Was it true? Did i do all things in my brain?
Was the slingblade curse or was i insane?
I ran out the door and just looked all around
100 headless corprses' laying all the ground

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Got it in my hands and a rush though
Aint nobody know what to do when my fucks you
through with a 1,2
I poison on my airplane when i crop dust you
See i gotta put food on the
And give sacrafice to the that i pray to
And that means that nothing can you
Apologive to Mother Earth for what the bring you
I through the fields and chase you
fast pace your back breaks
When the takes you
Then i drag you by the hair to my shack
Button up my and diesect your throat
I cut out the flesh the are so big
I put 'em through a shredder then i feed to my pig
And i the job move a little slow
But the heart is dissend and imma what we sew

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