Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Johnsons Head (remix)

"Shhh...Hello class, I'm Mr. Felcher,
Mr. Johson is out today a virus,
so be your substitute teacher this afternoon.
we get started, let me say this:
I'm not as friendly as I look and I'm not as
as I look either (laughter). Well get started.
gonna start where Mr. Johnson left off,
so if you'll turn your textbooks to 86 and I'll begin...."

(1st Verse)
Sittin in my class with my on my desk
Teacher's trying to talk but I give a fuck less
I'm staring at this freak that I I'm in love with
But she even know my name it's always been the same
I just lay my head and drown in my spit
Nobody even I'm here ''cause I ain't shit
I'm hearing but I don't know what they're saying
Sweat is on my forehead my brain's inside decaying
And this bitch I love prob'ly don't have no Idea
She's talking to her friends I'm in the and I see her
happening but it isn't very clear
Sounds like a bell sounds an electric chair
Next thing you know I'm walking in a hall
So different faces that I throw up on the wall
Some are sick and the others stop and stare but I don't care
I'm in a hurry going
See my head is ''cause I'm lonley and I'm twisted
but I have a secret missed it
Just a nobody and I It's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnson's head...In my

(Chorus x2)
I stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel
I cut the bigot's head off and I it in my bag

(2nd Verse)
I wish knew me ''cause then they could say I'm wrong
But nobody knows me I got it going on
I'm at the clock, a tick and a tock
I got a couple food folded in my sock
I be a ghost, everybody walks through me
If I died in class they prob'ly say they knew me
Or they care, they wouldn't even move
My dead rotting in the back of the room
For and months stinking up the class
Until somebody notice, then throw me in the trash
I can hear the teacher man talking about
nothing but an old dead fuck with a compass
ran up on a beach and everybody off
and then we discovery and now we all applaud
I don't give a fuck to you're all going to hell
I'm trapped in my mind and my is my cell
But I have the key it's called
I stick it in my to unlock eternity
I'm just a and I think it's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnsons head...In my

(Chorus x2)

Mr. Felcher: "Ok class, America is the of the free. A land of
democracy. A land without prejudice, and all a land of freedom.
That's the thing about our country; we are all treated equal. All
races live in harmony. What is it, Scott?"
"Mr. Johnson already taught us this.
Ain't he ever coming
Mr. "Well, uh..."

(3rd Verse)
NO! can sit and front about it all day
But I left his fucking body in the
And in the morning they opened up the door
And seen his motherfucking carcass laying on the
But they would never suspect me I'm just a
I try to speak my word, it goes unheard
I could chop my arms off and run the class
I doubt they'd notice and if they did they'd laugh
Instead they'd rather learn about a redneck
Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it matter
Fuck Washington, Benjamin, 'em all now
They can suck my nuts 'till wooden teeth fall out
And the class wanna know who it be?
But I'm Dewie-Booda you never heard of me
I'm just a nobody and I It's a drag
But I got his head hehehe! In my bookbag

(Chorusx2)

[Stop, stop, you gotta straight! stop...]

(Chorus x3)
my bag....in my bag....in my bag....