Luyện nghe bài hát Toy Box

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

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

J]
I was like six, I used to get by the chicks
And everyone would chase me and hit me bricks
And rocks and sticks and calling me
And filled my with frogbrains (eeww!)
When I left school, it was iller
My daddy was a serial
And how about that, he'd always make me sit in the
all his dead bodies on my lap (move!)
When I got home, of the static
Hammer and tools, went up to the
Never any other girls or boys
my toys, toys, toys
Bang! Clang! Hammer and
Nobody knows I exist, and I'm
But I be mentally scarred
Instead I make toys, toys of the
Monday, the bell
It's all about show and tell, as well
Show all these just what I got
Yo, out my toy box!

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

J]
We got bodies everywhere you look
All the nerds sitting up front got
Others start screaming and making a
So I handing out toys fast at last
You slinkies, we got slinkies
Only like to wrap around your face
And stretch, twist,
And whip your body all the fuckin room
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 skull split
You soldiers, we got soldiers
Made with rubber and steel, they look
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 and find you mom, dead in the hallway
'cause they can be
All the are shifty, haha, in my toy box

"Woooowee, sure sounds like fun!"

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