Luyện nghe bài hát Death is Comin' to Get Me

Death is comin' to get you, it's 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
all the air up 'til 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 him with blank checks
'cause he's lookin in the phonebook for your number and your
And comin to your house when you're watchin' a football game

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

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

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

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

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