Luyện nghe bài hát The Harvest

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Its the for the harvest
Time of the
Its the of the harvest
Your

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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 even the
Nobody gonna find me my cold heart stopps
(I started and all of a suddent the sky became rain)
Seen a house on the way looked insane
With no windows or so i stepped inside the room
Anything can really happen so im trying to leave
(And i seen a blade)
Hangin' down from the wall theres no explaination for the shit i saw
Got me trippin' but i for the steel anyway
all i can say because after 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 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 thats so sticky to yall to die die die die die die die)
Its the time of the harvest Your
(In the chemical chills the blood 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 for steel
The sharpest razor blades that made my rate
Hands of full full of murder and hate
Used by many souls, years on the crops
Slicin through thought wheat and corn spots
But when i grab it something happens that all of my confessions
Takin' control of my emotions like a possession
No remorse in my for the things it made me do
All the blood that was like it wasnt even true
Wake up in sweat sheets covered in red
Then the flashbacks hit me of all the that we bled
Was it true? Did i do all these in my brain?
Was the slingblade curse or was i going
I ran out the door and just looked all around
100 corprses' laying all over the ground

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

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