Luyện nghe bài hát Music Box

Yo, yeah
Can you hear It's playing our song
Are you sleepy? a nap
You're not afraid of the 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, with binoculars, not I wanna peep
But I'm hungry, she smells like tacos I wanna eat

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

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

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

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

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

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

I must be buggin' the out, but what the fuck about?
are leading me up to the attic, I love my house
They and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box
from inside 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 it, I wind it up, and the tune just starts
Its a song, so beautiful and the room is dark
The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I'll loom in the

(My box)
'Cause when the 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 answer
(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)
Won't you be my little dancer?
(My box)

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

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

The time has 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 matter and batter her
With the bat, a matter of fact that splatter her

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

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

(My box)
'Cause when the are off, I see the girls asleep
(My box)
But I can hear you, my love, you keep me
(My box)
And when we're worlds apart, you mean the 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 asleep
(My box)
I my music box, playing a song for me
(My box)
So she twirls around and do a whirl for me
(My box)
Won't you be my private little
(My box)