Luyện nghe bài hát Play My Song

We hit the ace, ace and we love chase
Wicked clown got than some pie for your face
a drip, drip, drip it's blood on the strip
Three 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 outta luck

Play my song, something i can lean on
tryin 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,
my song, bloody, bloody, bloody
Whatcha to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody

Here the hack, hack, hack knives in your back
down your spine, all in your ass crack
With a swing, swing, swing throat's whistlin
The three incisions i are fine as g-strings
It's the pat, pat, pat from with a bat
And every crack till your 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 i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, about murder, i got that
Play my song, something 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...)

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

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