Luyện nghe bài hát Murder, Murder, Murder

[Monoxide
I plan my escape.
Nothin on papes and live the scene a trace.
I'm lookin in her face.
But she see me Im unoticed.
I head straight to her window for focus.
Pokus!
I see the door light, I let myself in.
Head full of room plans of murder and mayhem.
There she go, there that lay.
Livin on this to my dismay.
TO PAY!
Palms are sweaty im to vomit.
I grabbed the knife my belt and jab it in her stomach.
and again, now she's screamin like I care.
But I could give a fuck less before she dies I her by her blood
hair.
And tell her shits gonna be on my end.
Im glad it happened this way, back in my life again.
it a shame?
That it to this.
Life goes on except for one bitch.
it trip?

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Murder Murder. You never heard of it.
in reverse. Bodies in the hurse.
Now your lifes goin we wanted you to die.
Time to kiss ass goodbye!
ask why.

[Jamie
It was December 24, 97.
on the clock 1:11.
Thinkin bout somebody to heaven.
On the crossroads of faith of a lies in my hands.
I suppose, im wearin dark clothes.
on the sidestreet.
out the scenary.
Make sure nobody seein me.
As I move to the of the stolen car.
Up to the back with the crowbar.
So far the fullproof.
All from the booth.
Got the machine.
on the scene.
Kick in the backdoor,
for the family dog, thor!
Kicked him in jaw the workboots.
Knocked a couple loose.
Smacked him in the mouth my empty duce duce.
I smile!
Break his and watch him piss on kitchen tile.
Never him since the day he try to play me foul.
Tried to bite me, stab a stake in his head.
So much for that mans friend.
Im all up in the place in the bedroom masterbatin.
Cumin on the sheets and cases.
Fuck that bitch, just a kunt.
And her mother's but a slut.
wait to seal her mouth shut.
2:30 she returns from work.
Nice blouse, shirt.
attire.
For hooker for hire.
the keys on the table said baby are you home.
Didnt Bones.
alone.
And shes reachin for the telephone, to the police.
with the cord, now deceased.
In a of a suffication.
fucked up for demonstration.
Let em till I im many faces.
Now dead in the closet.
Hangin out all the winter clothes.
In the struggle a bloody nose.
But im though.
As I to the bathroom to wash my hands.
Its all of the plan.
Dont you understand, SEE!

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