Luyện nghe bài hát Play My Song

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

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

Here come the hack, hack, hack knives in your
Blood down your spine, all in your ass
With a swing, swing, your throat's whistlin
The three incisions i made are fine as
the pat, pat, pat from behind with a bat
And splatter every crack till whole head flat
the jab, jab, jab i'll punch you in your flab
Drag you to the butcher shop and chop you into

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

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

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

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