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 to get dissed by the chicks
And everyone would me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and sticks and me names
And my lunchbox with frogbrains (eeww!)
When I left school, it was iller
My daddy was a serial
And how about that, he'd always 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 knew any other girls or
Only my toys, toys,
Bang! Clang! and twist
Nobody knows I exist, and I'm
But I be mentally scarred
Instead I toys, toys of the graveyard
Monday, ringing the
It's all about show and tell, might as
Show all 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 bodies everywhere you
All the nerds sitting up got cooked
Others start screaming and making a
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 fuckin
So come, one at a
Open gift and what you will find
Is a toy, my friend, that you'll never
It's not that you get your skull split
You soldiers, we got soldiers
Made with rubber and steel, look real
But I just toss em under your bed
That's how you get an axe to the (oww)
And don't let em sit all day
Come home and you mom, dead in the hallway
'cause can be nifty
All the are shifty, haha, in my toy box

"Woooowee, that sure like fun!"

J]
That's not a toy, hey, a minute
Don't fuck around, homie, you can an eye with it
That's my double blade razor whip chop
And it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme
You want toys, you come to the place
Try my little toy, Mutilating Case
Wind him up, let him go all of ya
Then BANG! serial
Your turn, in and get lucky
Oh look, he pulled out a ducky
It make a funny sound and BANG!
Blew the fingers off his fuckin
Don't stop, class done yet
I remember you me poindexter
Bookworm brainy, my
Went these little creations
Reach in, you might something wicked
Wicked, scary, chop pickadery
Off with your head, a 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."