Luyện nghe bài hát Toy Box

"Ooo, I like this toy. 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 filled my with frogbrains (eeww!)
When I left school, it was much
My daddy was a serial
And how about that, he'd always me sit in the back
With all his bodies on my lap (move!)
When I got home, enough of the
and tools, went up to the attic
Never knew any other or boys
my toys, toys, toys
Bang! Clang! and twist
Nobody knows I exist, and I'm
But I won't be mentally
Instead I toys, toys of the graveyard
Monday, ringing the
It's all about show and tell, might as
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 everywhere you
All the nerds up front got cooked
Others screaming and making a dash
So I start handing out toys at last
You slinkies, we got slinkies
Only like to wrap around your face
And stretch, twist,
And whip your body all over the fuckin
So come, one at a
Open gift and what you will find
Is a toy, my friend, that you'll never
It's not everyday that you get skull split
You like soldiers, we got
Made with rubber and steel, look real
But I wouldn't just toss em your bed
how you get an axe to the forehead (oww)
And don't let em sit all day
Come and find you mom, dead in the hallway
they can be nifty
All the are shifty, haha, in my toy box

"Woooowee, that sounds like fun!"

J]
That's not a toy, hey, a minute
Don't fuck around, homie, you can an eye with it
That's my double blade razor chop jimmy
And it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme
You want toys, you to the right place
Try my toy, Mutilating Mental Case
him up, let him go among 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
Don't stop, ain't done yet
I remember you calling me
brainy, my aggrevation
Went into little creations
in, you might find something wicked
Wicked, scary, chop pickadery
Off with your head, a robot with a
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."