Luyện nghe bài hát Here Comes Mr. X

Here he comes, he's coming down the
With his drunken and his kids that he beats
He's gonna tell you that life is
he'll dump his trash in your backyard

You'll lots of talk about the racially pure
When Mr. X moves in door
Just take a on the ignorant side
And you'll get to see goes on in his mind
Just take a walk on the side
And you'll get to see through his

There he goes, now on the lawn
With his Sans-a-belt pants and Puppies on
The sky is blue and the are buzzin'
He must be the of two first cousins
He's got a and a low I.Q.
He doesn't close his mouth when he his food

Oh please, dear God, strike him
Aim a bolt at his head
Oh please, Sun Yung Moon
someone to kill him soon

Oh Mohammed, prophet of
Run him with his own Impala
Oh please, him, Shirley MacLaine
Take a and bash in his brain

Here he comes, driving around the
Sticking pamphlets in mailbox
Inviting your kids to youth camp
his ammo when his basement gets damp
Training his dog to attack cat
Hitting your mower with a bat

Here he comes into your
With as much charm as a Bowie knife
He'll swim in your when you're not home
And steal your tools and your gnome
Here he comes, coming down the
With his wife and his kids that be beats