Luyện nghe bài hát The Harvest

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

[Bonez
My broke down on a mountain of dust im lost
nobody around i cant fuck with the cost
Of the cell phone or tow truck or the cops
Nobody find me untill my cold heart stopps
(I started walkin' and all of a suddent the sky rain)
Seen a house on the way looked fuckin'
With no windows or so i stepped inside the room
Anything can really happen so im to leave soon
(And i seen 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 of the harvest
(when the sling works in ways thats so sticky to yall 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 i reachin for steel
The sharpest razor blades that made my first
Hands of full believers of murder and hate
by many souls, many years on the crops
Slicin through dicing thought wheat and corn
But when i grab it something happens that 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 that was shead like it wasnt even
Wake up in sweat sheets covered in red
the flashbacks hit me of all the sould that we bled
Was it Did i do all these things in my brain?
Was the slingblade curse or was i going
I ran out the front door and looked all around
100 corprses' laying all over 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
Cuts through a 1,2
I drop poison on my airplane when i crop you
See i gotta put food on the
And give sacrafice to the Gods that i to
And that means that can save you
Apologive to Mother Earth for what the bring you
I raise through the fields and you
With fast pace your back
When the takes you
Then i drag you by the hair to my shack
Button up my coat and diesect throat
I cut out the the pieces are so big
I put 'em through a shredder then i them to my pig
And i the job move a little slow
But the is dissend and imma sweep what we sew

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