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.
Before we get started, let me say
I'm not as as I look and I'm not as funny
as I look either (laughter). Well get started.
We're gonna start where Mr. Johnson off,
so if you'll turn your textbooks to page 86 and begin...."

(1st Verse)
Sittin in my with my head on my desk
Teacher's trying to but I could give a fuck less
I'm staring at this that I know I'm in love with
But she don't even my name it's always been the same
I lay my head down and drown in my spit
Nobody even notices I'm ''cause I ain't shit
I'm hearing voices but I don't know what saying
Sweat is on my forehead ''cause my brain's inside
And this bitch that I love don't have no Idea
She's to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her
Something happening but it very clear
like a bell sounds like an electric chair
Next thing you know I'm walking in a crowded
So many different faces I throw up on the wall
Some are yelling sick and the others stop and stare but I care
I'm in a going nowhere
See my head is spinning I'm lonley and I'm twisted
but I have a secret everybody it
Just a nobody and I It's a drag
But I got Mr. head...In my bookbag

(Chorus x2)
I couldn't stand the pressure, not day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel
I cut the head off and I stuffed 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 staring at the clock, a tick and a
I got a couple food folded in my sock
I must be a ghost, everybody through me
If I died in class they prob'ly say they knew me
Or they wouldn't care, they wouldn't move
My dead body rotting in the back of the
For weeks and months up the class
Until somebody notice, then throw me in the trash
I can hear the teacher man about Columbus
He's nothing but an old dead fuck with a
ran up on a beach and threw off
and then we claim discovery and now we all
I don't give a fuck to learn you're all to hell
I'm trapped in my mind and my brain is my
But I have the key it's called
I stick it in my brain to unlock
I'm just a nobody and I think 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 without prejudice, and above all a land of freedom.
That's the thing about our country; we are all treated equal. All
races together in harmony. What is it, Scott?"
Scott: "Mr. Johnson taught us this.
Ain't he ever back?
Mr. "Well, uh..."

(3rd Verse)
NO! They can sit and front it all day
But I left his fucking body in the
And in the morning when opened up the door
And seen his carcass laying on the floor
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
they'd rather learn about a redneck bastard
Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it don't
Washington, Benjamin, fuck 'em all now
They can suck my nuts 'till they wooden teeth out
And the wanna know who could it be?
But I'm like Dewie-Booda you heard of me
I'm a nobody and I think 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....