Luyện nghe bài hát Play My Song

We hit the ace, ace and we giving chase
Wicked clown got more some pie for your face
With a drip, drip, drip blood on the strip
disassembled bodies in the trunk of the whip
Hear the saw, saw, saw right below jaw
You see your own head roll off the table and
See the puck, puck, flamin arrows in your truck
And one in your lung stuck, you fucked outta

Play my song, gimme i can lean on
tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Play my song, gimme i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, something murder, i got that
Bloody, bloody,
Play my song, bloody, bloody,
Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody,

Here come the hack, hack, hack knives in your
down your spine, all in your ass crack
With a swing, swing, your throat's whistlin
The three incisions i made are as g-strings
It's the pat, pat, pat from with a bat
And splatter crack till your whole head flat
Beat the jab, jab, jab punch you in your flab
Drag you to the shop and chop you into slabs

Play my song, gimme something i can on
Watcha to hear, something about murder, i got that
Play my song, gimme something i can on
Watcha tryin to hear, about murder, i got that
Bloody, bloody,
my song, bloody, bloody, bloody
Whatcha to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody

(murder... death... war...)

Everyone of us gotta have murder and
To remind ourselves that we still have our
it's tasteful of disgraceful
Shit, as long as everybody get's a face
Someo f us root for the coppers, others root for the
But needs they murderous thrillins
Trace it back to when mankind was swinging from a
is what we talkin about, and always will be

Play my song, gimme i can lean on
tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Play my song, something i can lean on
tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Bloody, bloody,
Play my song, bloody, bloody,
tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody