Luyện nghe bài hát Holloween on Military Street

We things by what we are
To the maggots in the cheese, the cheese is the
To the in the corpse, the corpse is the cosmos
How, then, can we be so about our [Incomprehensible]?
Just because of our telescopes and
And the of the atom, certainly not

Science is but an organized of ignorance
There are more in Heaven and on Earth
Than are dreamt of in any
do we know about the beyond?
Do we know behind the beyond?
I'm afraid some of us hardly what's beyond the behind

dammit, another Halloween
People on know what this means
Houses on fire, they're up cars
on the streets, and razor blades in candy bars

Went to trick or the first house on my block
in my face and gave me a rock
I to give it back and said I'll take nothin' instead
Turned around and walked away and the rock peg me in the head

to the next house directly next door
And there I found an old dead on the floor
I said, "Excuse me miss, but do you a treat?"
She lifted her leg and scraped off her dead feet

I ran to the next house happy and
I seen a fat woman holdin' up her titty
I said "Trick or treat" she "Treat or trick"
And squeezed on her titty until it fuckin' me sick

The next house was set in the woods
I was a little frightened but fuck I the goods
I knocked on the door, I heard a back
And then I heard "Come in" and yo I'm like, that!

This house to Mrs.Cherryspoon
She said "Drop your drawers and treat is commin' soon"
I quickly grew a stiffy but my eye's shut
A hand came out the mail chute and flicked me in the

I to the next house ready for the worst
And chillin' in the was a long black hearse
I rung the door-bell and said "Is home?"
"Of course little boy a sugar coated kidney stone"

I in the field and to the next crib
It's Mrs. Witherbee in her cookin' bib
I said "How bout candy?"
She "How bout instead, a nice hot
Fresh home made of yeast infection bread"

My bag heavy so I rest on the curb
And ridin' on his bike, here little Larry Shurd
I snuk up him and kicked 'em off his seat
I 'em in the neck and power bombed 'em in the street

Now my sack of has doubled in size
Up to the next house for my prize
I'm like, "Trick or Treat, Trick, Treat, Tricky, Dick"
He opened up his door slapped my lips and give me shit

through his window and ran across the street
To the big mansion, I'm in for a
I dinged on the and here comes the butler
A big guppy, tall ass lurch lookin'

I said "Hello Mr. is there for my sack?"
He reached into his but I think he hurt his back
It's taken him an hour, my bag is open
But then he finally dropped it in my sack, a fuckin'

The next is abandoned so forget it
But wait a I think somebody's livin' in it
I ran up to the porch, "Trick or you can't hide"
It was a crack-head he in my bag and died

The house was mine, the last on the block
My mother's sittin' on the porch up her glock
I climbed on the roof with my brother Jump and we yelled
"Happy and Clown Love to the whole city"

dammit, another Halloween
People on Military know what means
Houses on fire, they're up cars
on the streets, and razor blades in candy bars

Fuck dammit, Halloween
People on know what this means
Houses on fire, blowin' up cars
Creatures on the and razor blades in candy bars

Fuck dammit, Halloween
People on know what this means
Houses on fire, blowin' up cars
on the streets and razor blades in candy bars

Fuck dammit, Halloween
on Military know what this means
Houses on fire, blowin' up cars
on the streets and razor blades in candy bars