Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughterama

With a battle cry go forth which is 'Give the people what they
And what the people could only be the senseless slaughter
Of the gutter slime that litters nation for cash and prizes
Yes, this is the where people bet their lives to win something big

when your life is shit, then you haven't got much
To lose on slaughterama, this geek is guilty of the following
A dead life in which he's been wallowing, tried to tell us
Give peace a chance, met the national guard and you in your pants

not your imagination, it's not a bad trippie, yes that's him
It's the big smelly hippy, Mr.Hippy, nice to meet you hey
Got a little shit between your toes, so things at the
Ol' manure factory? How's little Tofu? What? She grew head?

Well, ya lay off that LSD you know, kinda makes your offspring
Goofy looking, so, how do ya hide money a hippy?
Put it under the soap, I'm but that answer wasn't in time
You're gonna have to put your mouth on this, I blew your head off

Good thing, I was such an shot with the national guard
Back in Kent state, I bagged four that day, nothing
Like hippy hunting, my dad use to take me along
Lee Harvey Oswald, all right, we're rocking now

Worlds biggest hair, worlds pants, got no circulation
But you still can dance, fashion is a and sometimes a risk
Every fashion had its faults but is the pits, always in black
Looks he's dead, here's the art-fag lying on his death bed

Hello Mr. Art-fag, on out here, say, what a hairdo
Why, awfully big, as big as the, the, the hindenburg
And it'll go up just as fast if I put this lighter to it
But no, I'm gonna hold out and ask you this

What ever happened to Eddie Munster? I'm at him
Oh, Oderus help the boy with his there
getting ripped off, oh no, you know that's gotta hurt
Hey, what's trying to do with his face? Is that a face-lift?
No, he's pulling that face clean off, that sod outta here

Gave up pussy, stopped toot, now you can't wait
To give someone the boot, and knuckles, all you know how
Follow the heard, just another cow, brain full of shit, boots of lead
from Hitler's ass, here's the Nazi skinhead

Hello Mr. skinhead how ya doin'? How's Geraldo's nose?
Still broken? Well, it's good to see you on the job
You know when you're talk show commentators in bathrooms
Always remember to draw the turning to the right
Not to the left, to the right

Why do Nazi skinheads wear red suspenders
He doesn't have to tell you, time to give Nazi skinhead
One more haircut, real close to the like, his head's
Been decapitated, at all that PSI in his aort artery
Is he a gusher or

Well, ladies and gentlemen, that's all for week
killed everybody that's worth killing, hope you do the same
We'll be back week for another edition of

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Slaughterama, slaughterama, slaughterama, not drama
(It's of existential despair)
Slaughterama, slaughterama, slaughterama, it's a
(It's full of who just don't care)

Slaughterama, slaughterama, slaughterama, not drama
(Don't sorry for them)
Slaughterama, slaughterama, slaughterama, it's a
(They've chosen their own in life)
Slaughterama, slaughterama, slaughterama, not drama
Slaughterama, slaughterama, slaughterama, a thriller
It's a thriller, it's a