Luyện nghe bài hát The Harvest

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

[Bonez
My ride broke down on a mountain of im lost
With nobody around i cant fuck the cost
Of the cell or tow truck or even the cops
Nobody gonna find me untill my cold heart
(I started walkin' and all of a the sky became rain)
Seen a house on the way looked insane
With no or locks so i stepped inside the room
Anything can really happen so im to leave soon
(And then i a blade)
Hangin' down from the wall no explaination for the crazy shit i saw
Got me trippin' but i for the steel anyway
Thats all i can say because after 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 in ways thats so sticky 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 i got the urge to kill
As if for i draw a blank and then i reachin for steel
The sharpest razor that made my first rate
Hands of full full of murder and hate
Used by many souls, many years on the
Slicin through thought wheat and corn spots
But when i grab it happens that hears all of my confessions
Takin' control of my emotions like a demon
No in my heart for the things it made me do
All the blood that was like it wasnt even true
Wake up in sweat sheets covered 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 front door and just looked all
100 corprses' laying all over the ground

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Got it in my hands and a rush though
nobody know what to do when my slingblade fucks you
Cuts with a 1,2
I drop poison on my airplane when i dust you
See i gotta put on the table
And give to the Gods that i pray 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 pace your back breaks
the sight 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 a shredder then i feed them to my pig
And i know the job move a slow
But the heart is and imma sweep what we sew

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