Luyện nghe bài hát Here Comes Mr. X

Here he comes, he's down the street
his drunken wife and his kids that he beats
He's tell you that life is hard
Then he'll dump his in your backyard

You'll here lots of about the racially pure
Mr. X moves in next door
Just a walk 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 his eyes

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

Oh please, dear God, him dead
Aim a lightning at his head
Oh please, Sun Yung Moon
Send someone to kill him

Oh Mohammed, prophet of
Run him over his own Impala
Oh please, kill him, MacLaine
Take a pipe and bash in his

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

he comes into your life
With about as much as a Bowie knife
swim in your pool when you're not home
And steal your tools and garden gnome
Here he comes, coming the street
With his drunken wife and his kids that be