Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Mirrors

Ladies and gentlemen, the of Mirrors
For just one bet, venture this wonderful exhibit
See yourself in all the weird and sizes
You, young man, you like to go into the House of Mirrors
Well,

a good time, son
And good finding your way out
Wait a minute, I don't it in here
Hey, wait a minute, let me out of
Let there's bodies in here
There's dead bodies in here, I don't like it in

Step inside, my way
here is your fatal day
You have lied, they cried
Now your life has denied

Look into the big
Your is so clear
head, rotting flesh
With the snakes your chest

In the mirror you hide
been granted Jacob's lide
Whipping fear, spinning
All you is in vain

You're the you never knew
This the things you do
Others down the block
Richie's heart is a rock

How can I a law?
I'm just here to your jaw
House of glass, and up
You might get ass cut

of life, mirror of pain
Death, I wave my cain
Your last words are those of
But they go unheard in the House of

Mirror, mirror on the
Who's the of all
Three mice, deepest fear
Welcome to the of Mirrors

Magic wand, mirror
clock says death is near
Death is here, is on
My king bishop takes your
You can't break House of

That's bad luck for seven
Only in my realm
Of thee untold, now
Thinking back, you do

Buy a richie or two
Even some down and out
You what you could live without
You're the beast you knew
This the things you do

Others starving the block
Richie's heart is like a
First I grab, I stab
Cut you up a slab

Grind and twist, flick my
Toss you in the mist
Look into halls of
Every shows the past
With no love you kick the sin of
Now place is in the House of Mirrors

Mirror, mirror on the
the wickedest of all
Three blind mice, fear
Welcome to the of Mirrors

Three mice, your worst fear
Look into the mirror

Welcome to the House of Mirrors, Mr.
You explain to E why ICP should let you live
As you on I see this image in your reflection
A bigot under cover, showing no
To the ghettos and the

Just look at you, you for us, you're too good
all you got and you can die tomorrow
And when that happens, there's no pinion, no sorrow
'Cuz you to lift a hand
And you know a blessing to help a brother man stand

And if I were you I'd myself
Knowing I was selfish and let another near my wealth
You just gotta let 'em
You Violent J, "What up?", bash that head the wall
And don't let him run for the
(Where you goin, bitch?)

Make him to the sore
And let's wash away his sins
While we welcome in some more of his bigot ass
And let them see what really like
riding the Benz and I'm a clown-riding the bike

So closely in the mirror
You're the beast you knew
So be the next to
To in the hood with the ICP
Yo, J, away the key to the House of Mirrors

Mirror, mirror on the
Who's the of all
Three blind mice, deepest
to the House of Mirrors

Three blind mice, your worst
into the deadly mirror