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 broke down on a of dust im lost
With nobody around i fuck with the cost
Of the cell phone or tow truck or the cops
Nobody gonna find me untill my cold heart
(I started walkin' and all of a the sky became rain)
a house on the way looked fuckin' insane
With no windows or so i stepped inside the room
Anything can really happen so im trying to 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 anyway
Thats all i can say after that day
They say too many peopole died at that main
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 works in ways thats so sticky to yall to die die die die die die die)
Its the time of the harvest Your
(In the chills the blood spills and drippin' we all die die die die die die die)

When i feel i got the to kill
As if for real i draw a blank and then i for steel
The razor blades that made my first rate
Hands of full believers of murder and hate
Used by many souls, years on the crops
Slicin through dicing thought and corn spots
But when i grab it happens that hears all of my confessions
Takin' control of my emotions a demon possession
No remorse in my heart for the things it me do
All the blood that was shead like it wasnt true
Wake up in cold sheets covered in red
Then the hit me of all the sould 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 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' though
Aint nobody know to do when my slingblade fucks you
through with a 1,2
I poison on my airplane when i crop dust you
See i gotta put food on the
And give sacrafice to the that i pray to
And means that 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 back by the hair to my
Button up my coat and diesect your
I cut out the the pieces are so big
I put 'em through a then i feed 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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