Luyện nghe bài hát Toy Box

"Ooo, I like this toy. it go. Uw...wait!" (gunshots)

"We're sorry the you are calling is dead"

J]
I was like six, I used to get by the chicks
And would chase me and hit me with bricks
And and sticks and calling me names
And my lunchbox with frogbrains (eeww!)
When I school, it was much iller
My was a serial killer
And how about that, he'd always me sit in the back
all his dead bodies on my lap (move!)
When I got home, of the static
Hammer and tools, went up to the
knew any other girls or boys
Only my toys, toys,
Bang! Clang! Hammer and
Nobody I exist, and I'm pissed
But I won't be scarred
Instead I make toys, toys of the
Monday, ringing the
It's all show and tell, might as well
all these bastards just what I got
Yo, out my toy box!

"Nothing feels better than a harty-harr, right boys and girls"

J]
We got dead bodies you look
All the nerds up front got cooked
Others start screaming and a dash
So I start handing out fast at last
You like slinkies, we got
Only mine to wrap around your face
And stretch, twist,
And whip your body all the fuckin room
So come, one at a
Open your gift and you will find
Is a toy, my friend, that you'll forget
It's not everyday that you get skull split
You soldiers, we got soldiers
Made with rubber and steel, they real
But I wouldn't just toss em your bed
how you get an axe to the forehead (oww)
And let em sit around all day
Come home and find you mom, dead in the
'cause they can be
All the are shifty, haha, in my toy box

"Woooowee, that sure sounds fun!"

J]
That's not a toy, hey, a minute
Don't fuck around, homie, you can lose an eye it
That's my double razor whip chop jimmy
And mine, motherfucker, so gimme gimme
You toys, you come to the right place
Try my little toy, Mutilating Case
Wind him up, let him go all of ya
Then BANG! serial
Your turn, reach in and get
Oh look, he pulled out a rubber
It make a funny sound and BANG!
the fingers off his fuckin hand
Don't stop, class done yet
I remember you calling me
Bookworm brainy, my
Went into these creations
Reach in, you might something wicked
Wicked, scary, bang pickadery
Off your head, a robot with a sword
But now he's looking at me, but for?
"Eh, wait a minute, I you
Get them, not me. Eh, a minute, motherfucker."
"Oh, I this record."