Luyện nghe bài hát The Harvest

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

[Bonez
My ride broke on a mountain of dust im lost
With nobody around i cant fuck the cost
Of the cell phone or tow truck or even the
Nobody gonna me untill my cold heart stopps
(I started walkin' and all of a the sky became rain)
Seen a house on the way fuckin' insane
With no or locks so i stepped inside the room
Anything can really happen so im trying to leave
(And then i a blade)
Hangin' down the wall theres no explaination for the crazy shit i saw
Got me trippin' but i for the steel anyway
Thats all i can say because that day
They say too many peopole at that main highway
I guessed i murdered all when im possesed by the blade
So they my up for life and now im gone
And the thing on my mind is what i did wrong

2x]
Its the for the harvest Time of the harvest
(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 feel i got the urge to
As if for real i draw a blank and then i reachin for
The sharpest razor blades that my first rate
of full believers full of murder and hate
Used by many souls, many on the crops
Slicin dicing thought wheat and corn spots
But when i grab it something that hears all of my confessions
Takin' control of my emotions a demon possession
No in my heart for the things it made me do
All the blood that was like it wasnt even true
Wake up in cold sweat sheets in red
Then the flashbacks hit me of all the sould we bled
Was it true? Did i do all these in my brain?
Was the slingblade curse or was i insane?
I ran out the front door and just all around
100 headless laying all over the ground

2x]

Got it in my hands and a feelin' rush
Aint know what to do when my slingblade fucks you
Cuts with a 1,2
I drop poison on my when i crop dust you
See i put food on the table
And sacrafice to the Gods that i pray to
And means that nothing can save you
Apologive to Mother Earth for what the humans you
I raise the fields and chase you
With fast your back breaks
When the sight you
Then i drag you back by the hair to my
up my coat and diesect your throat
I cut out the the pieces are so big
I put 'em a shredder then i feed them to my pig
And i know the job move a little
But the heart is dissend and imma sweep we sew

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