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 dissed by the
And would chase me and hit me with bricks
And and sticks and calling me names
And my lunchbox with frogbrains (eeww!)
When I left school, it was iller
My daddy was a killer
And how about that, he'd always me sit in the back
With all his bodies on my lap (move!)
When I got home, of the static
and tools, went up to the attic
Never knew any girls or boys
my toys, toys, toys
Bang! Clang! and twist
Nobody I exist, and I'm pissed
But I won't be scarred
Instead I make 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 everywhere you look
All the nerds sitting up front got
start screaming and making a dash
So I handing out toys fast at last
You slinkies, we got slinkies
mine like to wrap around your face
And stretch, twist,
And whip your body all over the room
So come, one at a
Open your gift and what you find
Is a toy, my friend, that you'll never
It's not that you get your skull split
You like soldiers, we got
with rubber and steel, they look real
But I wouldn't just toss em under 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 sounds fun!"

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