Luyện nghe bài hát Halls Of Illusions

Ticket please, thanks, through the doors
Into the Halls of and visit yours
To see what could've, and and would've been real
But you had to fuck up the whole

take a walk down the hallway
It's a long way, it all day
And when we get to the end, ya a chair
With and chains, we slap you in there

Lock you down tight, so you move a thread
And pull your eyelids up over head
'Cuz you're about to an illusionary dream
It's just too bad, it worth seeing

You walk in and see two kids on the
They're playin' and he's got the high score
And sittin' them chillin' in the chair
Is wife and you look, oh, you ain't there

It's other man and they're hand in hand
How she so happy, ya don't understand
See is an illusion, it never came true
All of you

Back to reality and what about
Your can't smile, 'cuz you knocked her teeth out
And she can't see straight gettin' hit
you're a fat fuckin' drunk piece of shit

But it's all good here, come a beer
I'll break the top off and, and shove it in ear
And your comes wicked, painful and slow
At the hands of

Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your is gone
is all because of you
What you got into

Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, life is gone
is all because of you
What you got yourself

Look who's next, it's Mr.
The dirty old man the trailer park
Ya got your ticket? Thanks, your coat off
And later on, why not? rip your throat off

Let's a walk down the hallway
It's a long way, it all day
And ya get to the end, ya find a chair
Ya see all the blood? Yeah, ya boy was just

We get all kind of people comin' through
Richies, chickens, and bitches like you
In the halls, gets a turn
To sit and your illusion before ya burn

What do we have here? Oh
No It looks like ya kids' in the okay
Ya chillin' up in college, top grade
And your son's a doctor, phat pay

got family, the kids and it's all good
They even coach Little League in the
Is true? Have ya really seen the Holy Ghost?
Naw, bitch! Not close

to reality, your son's on crack
And your got nut stains on her back
And they both fuckin' smell like
And live in the gutter and sell to each other

they were kids, you'd beat 'em and leave 'em home
And even whip 'em the cord of the telephone
And that reminds me, man, hey you got a
Watch your to Hell, it's a long fall

Great Milenko, wave wand
Don't look now, life is gone
This is all of you
What you got yourself

Great Milenko, wave your
look now, your life is gone
This is all of you
What you got into

It's to pack up and move to the next town
But we Mr. Bigot, okay dig it
We can't ya an illusion, 'cuz we're all packed
But I'll still cut your neck out, that?

Great Milenko, wave your
Don't now, your life is gone
is all because of you
What you got yourself
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