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 rings on his fingers and knives all up his
all the air up 'til there's nothin left to breathe

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

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

He sets your clothes on and brings 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 your records pours blood on the walls
your telephone to make long-distance calls
He's laughin' at your diary, he's pukin' on suits
He's dancin' on forehead in your hikin' boots

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

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