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 everyone chase me and hit me with bricks
And and sticks and calling me names
And filled my lunchbox with (eeww!)
When I left school, it was much
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
and tools, went up to the attic
Never any other girls or boys
my toys, toys, toys
Bang! Clang! and twist
knows I exist, and I'm pissed
But I won't be mentally
Instead I make toys, of the graveyard
Monday, ringing the
It's all about show and tell, as well
Show all these bastards what I got
Yo, out my toy box!

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

J]
We got dead bodies everywhere you
All the sitting up front got cooked
Others screaming and making a dash
So I handing out toys fast at last
You like slinkies, we got
Only mine like to wrap around your
And stretch, twist,
And whip your body all the fuckin room
So come, one at a
Open your gift and what you will
Is a toy, my friend, you'll never forget
It's not everyday you get your skull split
You soldiers, we got soldiers
Made with and steel, they look 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
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 mine, motherfucker, so gimme gimme
You want toys, you come to the right
Try my little toy, Mental Case
Wind him up, let him go all of ya
Then BANG! serial
turn, reach in and get lucky
Oh look, he pulled out a rubber
It a funny sound and then BANG!
Blew the fingers off his hand
Don't stop, class done yet
I you calling me poindexter
brainy, my aggrevation
Went into these little
Reach in, you might find something
Wicked, scary, chop bang
Off with your head, a robot a sword
But now looking at me, but what for?
"Eh, a minute, I made you
Get them, not me. Eh, a minute, motherfucker."
"Oh, I love record."