Luyện nghe bài hát The Harvest

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

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My ride down on a mountain of dust im lost
With nobody around i cant fuck with the
Of the cell phone or tow truck or the cops
Nobody gonna find me untill my heart stopps
(I started walkin' and all of a the sky became rain)
Seen a on the way looked fuckin' insane
no windows or locks so i stepped inside the room
Anything can happen so im trying to leave soon
(And i seen a blade)
Hangin' from the wall theres no explaination for the crazy shit i saw
Got me but i reached for the steel anyway
Thats all i can say after that day
They say too many peopole died at that 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 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 chemical chills the 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 a blank and then i reachin for steel
The sharpest blades that made my first rate
Hands of full believers full of and hate
Used by many souls, many on the crops
through dicing thought wheat and corn spots
But when i grab it something happens that hears all of my
Takin' control of my emotions like a demon
No remorse in my heart for the it made me do
All the blood was shead like it wasnt even true
up in cold 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 insane?
I ran out the front door and looked all around
100 headless corprses' all over the ground

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Got it in my hands and a rush though
Aint nobody know to do when my slingblade fucks you
Cuts with a 1,2
I drop on my airplane 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
to Mother Earth for what the humans bring you
I through the fields and chase you
With fast pace your breaks
When the takes you
Then i you back by the hair to my shack
Button up my coat and your throat
I cut out the flesh the are so big
I put 'em through a shredder then i them to my pig
And i know the job a little slow
But the is dissend and imma sweep what we sew

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