Luyện nghe bài hát The Harvest

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Its the time for the
of the harvest
Its the time of the
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 the cops
Nobody gonna me untill my cold heart stopps
(I started and all of a suddent 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 trying to leave
(And i seen a blade)
Hangin' down from the wall theres no explaination for the crazy i saw
Got me trippin' but i reached for the steel
Thats all i can say because that day
They say too many peopole died at that main
I guessed i murdered them all when im by the blade
So they my up for life and now im gone
And the only thing on my is what i did wrong

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Its the time for the harvest of the harvest
(when the blade 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 chemical chills the 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 then i reachin for
The sharpest razor blades that my first rate
Hands of full full of murder and hate
Used by souls, many years on the crops
Slicin through dicing wheat and corn spots
But when i it something happens that hears all of my confessions
Takin' control of my like a demon possession
No remorse in my for the things it made me do
All the blood that was like it wasnt even true
Wake up in cold sheets covered in red
the flashbacks 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 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 feelin' though
nobody know what to do when my slingblade fucks you
Cuts 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 Gods i pray to
And means that nothing can save you
Apologive to Mother for what the humans bring you
I raise the fields and chase you
With pace your back breaks
When the takes 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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