Luyện nghe bài hát The World Is Hell

I can see him walking class
They're all staring and at some
A couple motha' fuckers start to
They talkin' 'bout me, but they do it to their
'Cause they all of what's 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
Consimated out of
I've been assembled and created by all them you hate
I'm uncontrollable, but still I get the laugh
I got your president's head my garbage bag
Be alarmed cause the birds out
My last warning was year, the words out
I revenge for the American mute
And fire bomb on your boost from house roofs
And the truth as only Twiztid can tell
sure it's all covered cause the world is Hell

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

Let's begin the way that we act
and destruction!
Civilized with an axe, killing is a
Taught by the world and in the mind
and through television by the age of
solidified
Little time just waiting to explode
On the whole world the world into a hole
And your fault
So many young are dumb and turn to drugs and be
an education
homeless (starving) out and dieing (eating out of garbage cans) surviving
A lost generation stuck somewhere between the real and the mind of
some call it hell, living 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 the year 2057

sit alone and watch the world down
everybody round
all the others are and bound
I a way to display 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 gonna' turn you to the books page as well
so keep your third eye on all the angles sell
'cause you're with the snakes in this world of hell
and it's your fault that we cuss and pants
and our souls are vacuum packed in space saver bags
(oh in disposable)
throw me away and I multiply to and return on the sixth day
five ways, fingers to form a fist,
never gave us we want, so they can't hate us just for takin' it
and death, another story to tell,
'cause demons are and the world is hell