Luyện nghe bài hát The World Is Hell

I can see him walking class
all staring and at some point
A motha' fuckers start to laugh
They talkin' 'bout me, but they do it to friends
'Cause they all afraid of gonna' happen in the end
And now my keep ringing
Only meaning that the devil and prays on broken wings
I'm not a new
Consimated out of
I've assembled and created by all them things you hate
I'm uncontrollable, but I get the last laugh
I got your president's head my garbage bag
Be alarmed everybody the birds out
My warning was last year, the words out
I take for the American mute
And fire bomb on your campaign boost from house
And that's the truth as only can tell
Make sure it's all covered the world is Hell

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

Let's with the way that we act
and destruction!
Civilized an axe, killing is a function
Taught by the world and embedded in the
and through television by the age of
It's
Little time bombs waiting to explode
On the whole world turning the world a hole
And it's fault
So many are dumb and turn to drugs and be like
Fuck an
(starving) strung out and dieing (eating out of garbage cans) surviving
A lost generation somewhere between the real and the mind of imagination
call it hell, living life every day
Maybe this is hell, everywhere
and any way if you're good go to heaven
and if not you're destined to stay alive till the 2057

sit alone and watch the world fall
everybody gather
all the others are gagged and
I found a way to display my strange
in a way that will the rest of your world numb
(De-de-destruction!)without a story to and I'm gonna' turn you to the books next page as well
so keep your eye on all the angles they sell
'cause you're dealing with the snakes in this world of
and it's your fault that we and pants sags
and our souls are vacuum packed in space storage bags
(oh in disposable)
throw me away and I multiply to seven and on the sixth day
five ways, fingers to form a fist,
gave us what we want, so they can't hate us just for takin' it
murder and death, story to tell,
'cause are everywhere and the world is hell