Luyện nghe bài hát Toy Box

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

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

J]
I was six, I used to get dissed by the chicks
And would chase me and hit me with 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, 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, up to the attic
Never knew any other girls or
my toys, toys, toys
Bang! Clang! Hammer and
knows 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 and tell, might as well
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 bodies everywhere you look
All the sitting up front got cooked
start screaming and making a dash
So I start handing out fast at last
You like slinkies, we got
Only mine like to wrap your face
And stretch, twist,
And your body all over the fuckin room
So come, one at a
Open your gift and what you will
Is a toy, my friend, that never forget
It's not everyday that you get your skull
You soldiers, we got soldiers
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 let em sit around all day
Come home and find you mom, dead in the
'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 fuck around, homie, you can lose an eye it
That's my double razor whip chop jimmy
And mine, motherfucker, so gimme 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
Your turn, in and get lucky
Oh look, he pulled out a ducky
It make a sound and then BANG!
the fingers off his fuckin hand
Don't stop, class done yet
I you calling me poindexter
Bookworm brainy, my
Went into these little
Reach in, you find something wicked
Wicked, scary, bang pickadery
Off with head, a robot with a sword
But now he's looking at me, but for?
"Eh, a minute, I made you
Get them, not me. Eh, a minute, motherfucker."
"Oh, I love record."