Luyện nghe bài hát Music Box

Yo, yeah
Can you hear that? It's our song
Are you sleepy? a nap
not afraid of the dark? Are you?

You hear the beat as it ya not wanna go to sleep
I knock on Dakota's door, its locked so I go to
'Round the back, binoculars, not cause I wanna peep
But because I'm hungry, she like tacos I wanna eat

Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows, all so
sugar plums, oh look, here comes Marshall, he's on your street
He's hot, smoldering charcoals beneath your feet
Now walk on 'em, he's with carcasses cheek to cheek

a Thanksgiving turkey, a holiday ham
Cinnamon on toast, strawberry marmalade jam
my favorite graham crackers with JonBent Ramsey
I guess a day Jack the Ripper is all that I am

(My box)
'Cause the lights are off, I see the girls asleep
(My box)
But I can you, my love, you keep calling me
(My box)
And when we're worlds apart, you the world to me
(My box)
So if you call, I come, I will
(My box)

(My box)
'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girls
(My box)
I my music box, playing a song for me
(My box)
So when she twirls and do a whirl for me
(My box)
Won't you be my little dancer?
(My box)

I almost comatose, who wants to be sober? Gross!
I foam a doberman, mouth open, I overdose
Put coke up my nostrils, in my holes and I plug my nose
My quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged, I know

I put on my make-up, get naked, and run around
the gun around, I think I'm down to a hundred pounds
There's thunder, I wonder how come it but the sun is out?
The devil's upset with his wife, must be sluggin' it out

I must be buggin' the fuck out, but what the fuck
Voices are me up to the attic, I love my house
They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a box
Comes from a toy chest, but what do I do? It's locked

I pick it and open it, but it's stuffed of human parts
I dig 'til I find it, I wind it up, and the tune just
Its playing a song, so beautiful and the is dark
The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess loom in the park

(My box)
'Cause the lights are off, I see the girls asleep
(My box)
But I can you, my love, you keep calling me
(My box)
And when we're worlds apart, you the world to me
(My box)
So if you call, I come, I will
(My box)

(My box)
'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girls
(My box)
I hear my box, playing a song for me
(My box)
So when she twirls and do a whirl for me
(My box)
you be my private little dancer?
(My box)

I'm fixated on and breakin' this little chick's
like a pixie stick the sick Satan worshippin'
Bitches get horse-whippin's, I'm in the
Through the back door, through the crack leavin' the corpse drippin'

The of love, sent from above forced
And treat 'em all when cheat them all, stingy become
Been doin' for more than a quarter century, I'm just numb
Am I dreamin', is it Someone pinch me on the buns

The has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder
I've had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, at her
Then climb in, slowly shatter her brain matter and her
the bat, a matter of fact that will splatter her

But before I do that, I'll a chat to flatter her
her two compliments, back-to-back, like
"Tabatha, I'm your admirer, I'm back to ravish ya"
So strong is your fight, but your no match for

Prolonging her plight, as I go to stabbin' her
her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her
Zoom in the lens, then pan back, the camera
Stand back, here comes your man Jack, so Pamela

(My box)
'Cause the lights are off, I see the girls asleep
(My box)
But I can hear you, my love, you calling me
(My box)
And we're worlds apart, you mean the world to me
(My box)
So if you call, I come, I answer
(My box)

(My box)
when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep
(My box)
I hear my box, playing a song for me
(My box)
So when she around and do a whirl for me
(My box)
Won't you be my private dancer?
(My box)