Luyện nghe bài hát The World Is Hell

I can see him into class
They're all staring and at point
A couple motha' fuckers to laugh
They talkin' 'bout me, but they do it to their
'Cause they all afraid of what's gonna' in the end
And now my ears ringing
Only meaning that the sings and prays on broken wings
I'm not a new
out of faith
I've been assembled and created by all them things you
I'm uncontrollable, but still I get the laugh
I got president's head inside my garbage bag
Be everybody cause the birds out
My last warning was year, the words out
I revenge for the American mute
And bomb on your campaign boost from house roofs
And that's the truth as only can tell
sure it's all covered cause the world is Hell

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

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

sit alone and watch the world fall
everybody round
all the others are and bound
I found a way to display my strange
in a way will leave the rest of your world numb
(De-de-destruction!)without a to tell and I'm gonna' turn you to the books next page as well
so keep your third eye on all the angles sell
'cause you're dealing with the snakes in this of hell
and it's your fault we cuss and pants sags
and our souls are vacuum in space saver storage bags
(oh in disposable)
me away and I multiply to seven and return on the sixth day
five ways, five fingers to a fist,
never gave us what we want, so they hate us just for takin' it
and death, another story to tell,
'cause demons are everywhere and the is hell