Luyện nghe bài hát Death is Comin' to Get Me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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