Luyện nghe bài hát Halls Of Illusions

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

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

Lock you down tight, so you can't a thread
And your eyelids up over your head
'Cuz you're about to an illusionary dream
It's just too bad, it ain't seeing

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

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

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

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

Great Milenko, wave your
Don't look now, your life is
This is all of you
What you got into

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

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

Let's take a walk the hallway
a long way, it takes 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 different of people comin' through
Richies, chickens, and bitches just you
In the halls, gets a turn
To sit and witness your illusion ya burn

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

They got family, the kids and all good
They even coach League in the neighborhood
Is this true? ya really seen the Holy Ghost?
Naw, bitch! Not close

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

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

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

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

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

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