Luyện nghe bài hát Death is Comin' to Get Me

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

He don't care you're not ready he don't 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 number and name
And he's comin to your house you're watchin' a football game

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

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

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

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

He's got you own out on the patio
And he's givin' it away to people you don't know
Well you don't care, your mind has been destroyed
You're mutilated, molested and