Luyện nghe bài hát Toy Box

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

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

J]
I was six, I used to get dissed by the chicks
And everyone would me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and and calling me names
And my lunchbox with frogbrains (eeww!)
I left school, it was much iller
My was a serial killer
And how about that, he'd always make me sit in the
With all his dead on my lap (move!)
I got home, enough of the static
Hammer and tools, up to the attic
Never knew any other girls or
Only my toys, toys,
Bang! Clang! and twist
Nobody I exist, and I'm pissed
But I won't be scarred
I make toys, toys of the graveyard
Monday, the bell
It's all about show and tell, might as
Show all bastards just what I got
Yo, out my toy box!

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

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

"Woooowee, that sure like fun!"

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