Luyện nghe bài hát Toy Box

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

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

J]
I was like six, I used to get dissed by the
And everyone chase me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and sticks and calling me
And my lunchbox with frogbrains (eeww!)
When I school, it was much iller
My daddy was a killer
And how about that, he'd make me sit in the back
With all his dead on my lap (move!)
I got home, enough of the static
Hammer and tools, went up to the
knew any other girls or boys
Only my toys, toys,
Bang! Clang! Hammer and
Nobody I exist, and I'm pissed
But I won't be scarred
I make toys, toys of the graveyard
Monday, the bell
It's all about show and tell, as well
Show all these bastards just I got
Yo, out my toy box!

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

J]
We got dead everywhere you look
All the sitting up front got cooked
Others screaming and making a dash
So I start handing out toys fast at
You slinkies, we got slinkies
Only mine like to wrap around face
And stretch, twist,
And whip your body all the fuckin room
So come, one at a
Open your and what you will find
Is a toy, my friend, you'll never forget
not everyday that you get your skull split
You like soldiers, we got
Made with and steel, they look real
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
home and find you mom, dead in the hallway
'cause can be nifty
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 blade razor chop jimmy
And mine, motherfucker, so gimme gimme
You want toys, you come to the right
Try my little toy, Mutilating Case
him up, let him go among all of ya
Then BANG! serial
Your turn, in and get lucky
Oh look, he pulled out a rubber
It make a sound and then BANG!
the fingers off his fuckin hand
Don't stop, class done yet
I remember you me poindexter
Bookworm brainy, my
into these little creations
Reach in, you might find something
Wicked, scary, bang pickadery
Off your head, a robot with a sword
But now he's at me, but what for?
"Eh, wait a minute, I you
Get them, not me. Eh, a minute, motherfucker."
"Oh, I this record."