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 would've been
But you had to fuck up the deal

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

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

You walk in and see two kids on the
They're playin' Nintendo and he's got the score
And sittin' behind 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 looks so happy, ya understand
See this is an illusion, it came true
All of you

Back to reality and you're about
Your wife can't smile, you knocked her teeth out
And she can't see from gettin' hit
'Cuz you're a fat fuckin' drunk 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 death comes wicked, and slow
At the of Milenko

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

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

Look who's next, Mr. Clark
The dirty old man the trailer park
Ya got your ticket? Thanks, take coat off
And later on, why I'll 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 just like you
In the halls, gets a turn
To sit and your illusion before ya burn

do we have here? Oh dear
No way? It looks 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 coach Little League in the neighborhood
Is this true? Have ya really the Holy Ghost?
Naw, bitch! Not close

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

When they were kids, you'd beat 'em and 'em home
And even whip 'em with the of the telephone
And that me, man, hey you got a call
Watch your step to Hell, a long fall

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

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

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

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