Luyện nghe bài hát Death is Comin' to Get Me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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