Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Johnsons Head (remix)

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

(1st Verse)
in my class 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 just lay my 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 they're saying
Sweat is on my forehead ''cause my inside decaying
And this that I love prob'ly don't have no Idea
She's to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her
happening but it isn't very clear
Sounds like a bell sounds like an chair
thing you know I'm walking in a crowded hall
So different faces that I throw up on the wall
Some are yelling sick and the stop and stare but I don't care
I'm in a going nowhere
See my head is spinning I'm lonley and I'm twisted
but I have a secret missed it
Just a nobody and I think a drag
But I got Mr. head...In my bookbag

(Chorus x2)
I stand the pressure, not another 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 somebody knew me ''cause they could say I'm wrong
But since nobody me I got it going on
I'm staring at the clock, a and a tock
I got a couple food stamps in my sock
I must be a ghost, everybody through me
If I in class they would prob'ly say they knew me
Or they wouldn't care, they even move
My dead rotting in the back of the room
For weeks and stinking up the class
Until somebody notice, then they throw me in the
I can hear the teacher man about Columbus
nothing but an old dead fuck with a compass
ran up on a and threw everybody off
and then we discovery and now we all applaud
I don't a fuck to learn you're all going to hell
I'm trapped in my mind and my is my cell
But I the key it's called insanity
I stick it in my brain to unlock
I'm just a nobody and I it's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnsons head...In my

(Chorus x2)

Mr. Felcher: "Ok class, America is the land of the free. A 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 together in harmony. What is it, Scott?"
Scott: "Mr. Johnson taught us this.
he ever coming back?
Mr. "Well, uh..."

(3rd Verse)
NO! They can sit and front it all day
But I left his fucking in the hallway
And in the morning they 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 my arms off and run around the class
I they'd even notice and if they did they'd laugh
Instead they'd rather learn about a bastard
Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it matter
Washington, Benjamin, fuck 'em all now
They can my nuts 'till they wooden teeth fall out
And the wanna know who could it be?
But I'm like Dewie-Booda you heard of me
I'm just a 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....