Luyện nghe bài hát Cutsman

What's (Fire from the gods)
I know.
glove...

THAT BASTARD,
with his tricks and vile of play
hacking slicing mutilating
all that before him,
all that in his way.

Coming around the stairs.
wood beneath my feet,
my slips across the rail
dust on my finger tips.
I came a dark room
the smell of wet stone of many
there was a bubonic retard's blank empty stare...

LITTLE MAN
HALF THE THAT I AM
ON HIS HEAD
SCCCIIISSSOOORRRRSSSSS ON HIS HEAD!

Little man
without a soul
without force of reason-
the scissors control.
Little man-
without a heart
if he's in vicinity he'll cut you apart!

Here he
bring it
it's just a
Don't back he's right behind
and here's your of mind.

(cut cut cut cut
cut cut CUT CUUTT!
CUT! CUT! CUT! CUT!
CUT! CUT! CUT! CUT!
CUT! CUT! CUT! CUT!
CUT! CUT! CUT! CUT!)

android man,
born a soul
without the of reason
the took control!
little man,
born a heart
if hes in vicinity
cut you apart.
Counting it until your death counts on his fingers..
1 2 3 4
LITTLE MAN
NEVER- NEVER - TRUST A
ANDROID MAN
CUT CUT CUT CUT CUT

jeez, I love the power glove. so bad...