Luyện nghe bài hát Stinky Hippy

Up from the sands of the Sahara comes,
Our hero bold, who so told,
is a lot you and me.
His passion burns, the it turns,
He fills his to fill the void,
And fuels the feeling,
Of nothingness his soul.
Feels nothing ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and world I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't need you, and I don't you,
World left me blind.
Beneath the of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried sunken deep,
in tombs where dead men sleep.
fills hands, or is it sand,
The that covers everything?
Where stood, soon deserts found,
Now sink beneath the ground.
like nothing ever did.
Kills nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
I left behind.
I need you, and I don't want you,
World that me blind.
This is for the taking,
world is suffocating.
Plastic of novacain,
Some PCP to the pain.
Build a tomb to your rust,
piles of blowing dust.
Under the of the mighty Sahara,
Goes our bold, in seach of gold,
a casket for a world.
Our stands, wealth in hand,
The for his endeavors.
The cheer, to hide their fears
no man lives forever.
Feels like ever did.
like nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded I hated,
Everything I behind.
I don't you, and I don't want you,
World left me blind.

4 in Memphis,
pay me 5 dollars.
I wrote this song and said they would pay me,
and I to buy a hot dog.

What could this be, too much
Chalk another fad up for its into infamy.
What's in a standard if it changes all the
You're still trouble in defining your own kind.
I remind you, we all knew you before,
you the rocks at the stage from your glass house on the floor?
Now I think you're punk, because it's in.
You found a foul and a couple safety pins.
Got a feeling,
I don't want to no more.
Got a feeling,
I care if we're punk, or ska, or hardcore,
enough for you, sad but true,
you can us names till your face turns blue.
Our comes from God,
nothing new,
we'll never care 'cause we're cool enough for you.
That look on your face,
your up in the air,
patches say you're open-minded,
but you couldn't bear,
some punk thrown in ska.
You it wouldn't work.
Well you can take your Vespa 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The turns a deaf ear.
such an intellect,
Does he his censorship is gaining our respect?
The raising of a fist, like a of a gun.
Stop and see we're all alike, and we can as one.

I walked into the room, and she was right waiting.
up against the bar,
she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as her spandex,
and blacker than coal,
she set her gaze my bootie,
with in her soul.
So for indecision,
so did she decide,
the temptress with her open inviting me inside.
"I to take you home with me",
the sparkle in her eye.
"I would like to honey, but I'm to die."
I got a time bomb,
I it to my chest.
it blows I'm out of here,
you can what's left.
The got kind of quiet,
and you could the fear.
I only heard the jukebox "A Tear is in My Beer".
"So what's the verdict
it gonna blow?"
I winked at her and said,
"Darlin' I know."
tickin' in the room,
everybody someday,
blows so quick you be,
where it's safe.
Thin skinned thinkin',
now you're die,
don't try to the jukebox,
just kiss world good-bye.
What's the deal, you feel,
alone now in the
Pushing up the now,
there's ways for you to diet.
after sucker wealth,
suckers what suckers dealt,
All your life you your face,
now you're I rest my case.
Got a story to tell,
so you better well.
some old in a church,
got a in her purse.
You rich, she was poor.
You dropped fifties on the floor.
She her nickel with a clank,
she was Third World Think Tank.
The master,
the drunkard,
and the jerk,
this sorry world and all its worth.
Keep your burning,
for the time,
to explode,
the is primed.

Up the middle of the 20th century,
many Americans believed in the idea as the "Manifest Destiny."
It held all of North America,
sea to shining sea,
was rightfully the property of the U.S. and was to us by God.
Native Americans were unscrupulously thrown off their
and slaughtered in the of Jesus.
Horror stories of tribes being led through rivers while being baptized,
just to be shot and on the other side,
those of the Spanish Inquisition.
Today, I see street corner screaming at passers-by,
while the amount of Neo-Nazi crimes are escalating every day.
All of under a blanket name of "Christianity."
Your Bible.
Jesus never beat people or insulted into believing in him.
He spoke the
And set an by loving every man.
We are called to his example.
Remember the at Sand Creek and meeker.
Those who forget the past are to repeat it.
Some were a ridin', ridin' on the range;
The grass was over there,
and spotted like mange;
The buffalo dead there,
the trees all were through,
and if they saw Injuns,
why they would them too.
or bust, in God we trust,
"Let's rape, kill, let's steal"
We can justify, anything we feel;
I'm up that ladder,
more brownie for me I'll work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
one cowboy to another,
"I think it be nice,
if we could take these injuns and convert them all to
See, they are all disgusting, and me great pain,
and if don't believe me,
we'll put a in their brains!"
I am shoutin',
I go outside,
how should repent now,
or going to die.
My are all selfish,
I'm a cannon with powder.
If people don't me,
I beat them and yell louder.

I see a on a hill,
I see the way to be filled,
mighty wind around us,
Holy Spirit within us.

Burn. Burn. Burn. us, within us.
Spirit of truth, my eyes me,
me how to see,
Ears cannot hear, my is too dry to speak.
You searched me, you, you know me, there is nothing good inside me.
me, make me clean.
My heart needs courage so inside of me.
Burn our hearts oh God.
me to be still.
Let the tears roll our eyes,
all we want is Christ.
We to...

This little light of mine, I'm let it shine
This little of mine, I'm gonna hold it up, I'm gonna let it.

Johnny's got a on a blissful life,
He sucks on the smoke from the in his pipe.
Wrapped around his fingers, a noose is slack,
his forearm to fill his vewins with smack.
P.C.P. gun to the head,
half a or a barrel full of lead.
grasping at and coming up empty,
with his life
this song of hope:
"Kill me."
Sally spells M-O-N-E-Y.
If she steps on some toes, an eye for an eye.
She's climbing up the ladder, she's up a wall,
to out the world or the fear that she'll fall.
thins, conviction never stops.
Money nothing from a 40 floor drop.
her security blanket has itself thin,
she's hanging in the from a rope of her own sin.
Nothing nothing will.
Always skeptic, primed for the
Seeking nothing but gain,
filling your pockets, and again.
Selling your soul, you fill.
at straws, feeding your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
your life for the world, you are left alone.
Some bricks through windows and yell,
beat their backs for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword that cuts to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed the point.
Fistful of a pitiful prize.
YOu're yourself, closing your eyes.
The point was eons ago,
chaff in the wind, your life's blow.
you do, nothing can be new.
What is good? What is
to serve not ourselves, never.
The Lord is God, we will forever.

If you could ever it in your heart.
If you could ever think to find sympathy.
Never ask us to play this song, or that song our pants, or our Kitty-Doggie.
Never ask us to play Godzilla, or Shut Up, or a song we haven't written yet that time we did some stuff.

I feel pretty today,
time I can see it.
This when I see her face,
the words come out right.
I my hair, and put on my favorite shirt.
I one last deep breath, then I go outside...

Praise the Lord, Everybody praise. Ahhhhh. of th earth, praise.

Give me my sandwich!

is a vegetarian,
Not 'cause he drinks dairy and,
He's not like me who eats meat.
He protests the war the sandals on his feet.
for mediocrity! (several times)
Helpless are trapped,
for killing them you should be slapped.
At a cow can run and be free,
for mediocrity.

That horrible!!!!!! (Ahhhh, my face!)

No Grandma! Know Grandma! Grandma, ahhhhhhhh.

Get patchouli.
Get the dreadlock.
Get the sandal.
Stinky today.
hippy, stinky hippy.
Perspiration.