Luyện nghe bài hát Death is Comin' to Get Me

Death is to get you, it's mighty plain to see
a hand full of cocaine and a long white limosine
He's got on his fingers and knives all up his sleeves
Suckin' all the air up 'til nothin left to breathe

He care you're not ready he don't care if you're not dressed
You beg, he won't listen, you can't bribe him with checks
'cause he's lookin in the phonebook for your and your name
And he's comin to your house when watchin' a football game

Well he's pullin' up the with the windows rolled up tight
And his eyes are blind and his hair is turnin' white
crawlin' up the stairs with the can of mace
He's breakin' all the with your neighbor's face

He sets clothes on fire and brings you to your knees
He fills up the room fashion and disease...well
He bread(? ) smashes the tv, decapitates mom
Raids the refrigerator, throws on the lawn

Throws frisbees with your pours blood on the walls
Uses your telephone to make long-distance
He's laughin' at your diary, he's on your suits
He's dancin' on forehead in your hikin' boots

He's crawlin' up the chimney, he's fallin' the roof
He ties you up with vipers, takes all drugs and booze
He's you with bacon and fills your mouth with raid
He's sendin' back all the bills that thought you paid

got eveything you own out on the patio
And he's givin' it away to people you even know
Well you even care, your mind has been destroyed
mutilated, molested and unemployed