Luyện nghe bài hát Toy Box

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

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

J]
I was like six, I to get dissed by the chicks
And everyone would chase me and hit me with
And rocks and sticks and me names
And filled my lunchbox frogbrains (eeww!)
When I left school, it was much
My daddy was a serial
And how about that, always make me sit in the back
With all his bodies on my lap (move!)
I got home, enough of the static
Hammer and tools, went up to the
Never knew any other girls or
my toys, toys, toys
Bang! Clang! and twist
Nobody I exist, and I'm pissed
But I won't be mentally
I make toys, toys of the graveyard
Monday, ringing the
It's all show and tell, might as well
all these bastards just what I got
Yo, out my toy box!

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

J]
We got dead everywhere you look
All the nerds sitting up got cooked
Others start and making a dash
So I start handing out toys fast at
You like slinkies, we got
Only mine like to wrap around face
And stretch, twist,
And whip your all over the fuckin room
So come, one at a
Open gift and what you will find
Is a toy, my friend, that you'll never
It's not everyday that you get your skull
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 let em sit around all day
home and find you mom, dead in the hallway
'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, wait a
Don't around, homie, you can lose an eye with it
That's my double blade razor whip chop
And it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme
You toys, you come to the right place
Try my little toy, Mutilating 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 ducky
It a funny sound and then BANG!
the fingers off his fuckin hand
Don't stop, class ain't yet
I remember you calling me
brainy, my aggrevation
Went into these creations
Reach in, you might something wicked
Wicked, scary, chop bang
Off with your head, a robot with a
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."