Luyện nghe bài hát The World Is Hell

I can see him walking class
They're all staring and at some
A couple motha' start to laugh
They talkin' me, but they do it to their friends
'Cause they all afraid of gonna' happen in the end
And now my ears keep
meaning that the devil sings and prays on broken wings
I'm not a new
out of faith
I've been assembled and created by all things you hate
I'm uncontrollable, but still I get the laugh
I got your president's head my garbage bag
Be everybody cause the birds out
My last warning was last year, the out
I take revenge for the American
And fire bomb on your campaign from house roofs
And that's the truth as only can tell
Make it's all covered cause the world is Hell

The is Hell
I'm hearing you're saying
But you're faking and only and staying
As if changing
The is Hell
A change comes within
Speakin' your mind, is that another sin, within
The is Hell
I'm hearing what you're
But you're faking and hoping and staying
As if it's
The is Hell
A comes from within
Speakin' your mind, is that another sin, within]

begin with the way that we act
and destruction!
Civilized an axe, killing is a function
by the world and embedded in the mind
and through television by the age of
solidified
Little bombs just waiting to explode
On the whole world turning the into a hole
And it's your
So many young are and turn to drugs and be like
Fuck an
homeless (starving) strung out and dieing (eating out of cans) surviving
A lost generation stuck somewhere between the real and the of imagination
some call it hell, life every day
this is hell, evil's everywhere
and any way if you're you'll go to heaven
and if not you're destined to alive till the year 2057

sit alone and the world fall down
everybody round
all the others are and bound
I found a way to my strange love
in a way that will leave the rest of your numb
(De-de-destruction!)without a story to tell and I'm turn you to the books next page as well
so keep third eye on all the angles they sell
'cause you're dealing the snakes in this world of hell
and it's your fault that we cuss and pants
and our souls are vacuum packed in saver storage bags
(oh in disposable)
throw me away and I to seven and return on the sixth day
ways, five fingers to form a fist,
never us what we want, so they can't hate us just for takin' it
murder and death, story to tell,
'cause demons are everywhere and the is hell