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 sticks and calling me
And my lunchbox with frogbrains (eeww!)
When I left school, it was iller
My daddy was a killer
And how that, he'd always make 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
Never knew any girls or boys
my toys, toys, toys
Bang! Clang! Hammer and
Nobody I exist, and I'm pissed
But I won't be mentally
I make toys, toys of the graveyard
Monday, the bell
It's all about show and tell, as well
all these bastards just what I got
Yo, out my toy box!

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

J]
We got dead bodies you look
All the sitting up front got cooked
Others start screaming and making a
So I start handing out fast at last
You slinkies, we got slinkies
Only mine like to around your face
And stretch, twist,
And whip body all over the fuckin room
So come, one at a
Open your gift and what you find
Is a toy, my friend, you'll never forget
It's not everyday that you get skull split
You like soldiers, we got
Made with rubber and steel, they real
But I just toss em under your bed
how you get an axe to the forehead (oww)
And don't let em sit all day
home and find you mom, dead in the hallway
'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, wait a
Don't around, homie, you can lose an eye with it
my double blade razor whip chop jimmy
And it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme
You want toys, you to the right place
Try my little toy, Mutilating Mental
him up, let him go among all of ya
Then BANG! serial
turn, reach in and get lucky
Oh look, he pulled out a rubber
It make a funny and then BANG!
Blew the fingers off his fuckin
stop, class ain't done yet
I remember you calling me
brainy, my aggrevation
Went into these little
Reach in, you find something wicked
Wicked, scary, chop pickadery
Off with head, a robot with a sword
But now he's at me, but what for?
"Eh, a minute, I made you
Get them, not me. Eh, a minute, motherfucker."
"Oh, I this record."