Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughterama

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

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

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

Well, ya gotta lay off that LSD you know, kinda makes offspring
looking, so, how do ya hide money from a hippy?
Put it under the soap, I'm sorry but that answer in time
You're have to put your mouth on this, I blew your head clean off

Good thing, I was such an expert shot with the guard
Back in Kent state, I bagged four that day, there's
Like hippy hunting, my dad always use to take me
With Lee Harvey Oswald, all right, we're now

biggest hair, worlds tightest pants, got no circulation
But you still can dance, fashion is a statement and sometimes a
Every fashion had its faults but yours is the pits, always in
like 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 probably go up just as fast if I put this lighter to it
But no, I'm gonna out and ask you this question

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

Gave up pussy, stopped doin' toot, now you can't
To give someone the boot, elbows and knuckles, all you how
Follow the heard, just another cow, brain of shit, boots full of lead
Straight from Hitler's ass, here's the 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 to draw the swastika turning to the right
Not to the left, always to the

Why do Nazi skinheads red suspenders anyways?
He doesn't have to you, time to give this 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, all for this week
We've killed everybody that's killing, hope you do the same
We'll be back week for another edition of

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