Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Pumpkins

J, do you have a Halloween story for the
Y-y-yeah, um there was this boy and he in his house
And um, he went to bed one day and then when he up um
And when he up he was, he was up to his head in the dirt

And um, he couldn't and this man came walkin' along
But instead of the man helping him out the man just
Kickin' him and kickin' him in his face and over
And then he got the lawn and then he

Trick or Treat, bone
All the kiddies runnin' down my street
Gathering candy door to door
But they walk mine, what for?

Probably the pumpkins on my porch are real
Real human heads out with steel
Cut out the eyes man it takes but a
Rip out the b-b-brains and put a in it

Maybe they leave I take 'em inside
Come and meet mother, two years ago she
Little boys laugh 'cuz they think just a dummy
But then the smell hits 'em, mmm, yummy

your bag and I give you my treat
Crusty yellow toes off a dead woman's
Take me by the hand and I you down stairs
And that little Jimmy is were you'll spend the seven years

Staring and weakening chained to the
Starin' at a hoping it will crawl
Into your mouth for a cuisine
Yes my little friends, it's the Dead Pumpkin

Ahh yeah, it's that time of year boys and girls
So come to the pumpkin
And bring your sacks
So I can shit in 'em you

Well, I love all the children but I can't around
Don't come to my door as a clown
'Cuz you never know I might it the wrong way
I'm the real wicked Juggalocaro Violent J

All year round but I my Halloween
You never get an or a purple jellybean
of chocolate a licorice snack
Instead you get a deep fried French poodle

out my door I see no children in sight
Perhaps there all dead, was devils night
They burn down the city and they the crispy chard
Light myself on and dance around my backyard

All the pretty I can see were your at
Sitting on your window I can into a bat
Watchin' you remove all your little for bed
I crashed your window and land on your head

Drinking the blood that has through the bone
And now I leave mothers calling me home
Up to the moonlight I'm from the scene
Peace to city and have a Dead Pumpkin' Halloween

Yeah, I'll snatch your little bag
Only I'm a tie it your muthafuckin' neck
And choke you with it wicked style
Ha ha fuck, Detroit's in this

Check it out muthafucka,
Wicked in this muthafucka
Jump in this muthafucka
Wicked Clown in this

And you watch muthafucka
Chucky muthafucka in shit
Violent J in muthafucka
Boy in this muthafucka
Stupid in muthafucka
Mike, Mike in this

this mothafucka
All this in muthafucka, check it out
Violent J in this
2Dope in muthafucka
Joe in this muthafucka