Luyện nghe bài hát The Harvest

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

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My ride down on a mountain of dust im lost
With around i cant fuck with the cost
Of the cell phone or tow truck or even the
Nobody gonna find me untill my cold heart
(I started walkin' and all of a suddent the sky rain)
a house on the way looked fuckin' insane
With no windows or so i stepped inside the room
can really happen so im trying to leave soon
(And then i a blade)
Hangin' down from the theres no explaination for the crazy shit i saw
Got me trippin' but i reached for the steel
Thats all i can say after that day
They say too many peopole died at that highway
I guessed i murdered all when im possesed by the blade
So they lockin my up for life and now im
And the only thing on my mind is 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 to yall to die die die die die die die)
Its the time of the Your time
(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 made my first rate
Hands of full believers of murder and hate
by many souls, many years on the crops
Slicin through dicing thought wheat and spots
But when i it something happens that hears all of my confessions
Takin' control of my emotions like a possession
No remorse in my heart for the things it me do
All the blood was shead like it wasnt even true
Wake up in cold sweat sheets in red
Then the flashbacks hit me of all the sould that we
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' all over the ground

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Got it in my hands and a feelin' rush
Aint nobody what to do when my slingblade fucks you
through with a 1,2
I drop poison on my airplane i crop dust you
See i gotta put food on the
And sacrafice to the Gods that i pray to
And that that nothing can save you
Apologive to Mother Earth for what the humans you
I raise through the fields and you
With fast your back breaks
the sight takes 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 through a shredder then i them to my pig
And i know the job move a slow
But the heart is dissend and sweep what we sew

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