Luyện nghe bài hát The World Is Hell

I can see him walking into
They're all staring and at point
A couple motha' fuckers start to
They talkin' 'bout me, but do it to their friends
'Cause they all afraid of what's happen in the end
And now my ears ringing
Only meaning 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 I get the last laugh
I got president's head inside my garbage bag
Be alarmed cause the birds out
My last was last year, the words out
I revenge for the American mute
And fire bomb on campaign boost from house roofs
And that's the as only Twiztid can tell
sure it's all covered cause the world is Hell

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

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

sit alone and watch the world fall
everybody round
all the others are and bound
I found a way to display my love
in a way that leave 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 third eye on all the angles they
'cause you're dealing with the in this world of hell
and it's your fault we cuss and pants sags
and our souls are packed in space saver storage bags
(oh in disposable)
throw me away and I multiply to seven and return on the day
five ways, five fingers to a fist,
never gave us what we want, so they hate us just for takin' it
murder and death, another to tell,
'cause demons are and the world is hell