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 used to get dissed by the
And everyone would me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and sticks and calling me
And filled my with frogbrains (eeww!)
I left school, it was much iller
My was a serial killer
And how that, he'd 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
Only my toys, toys,
Bang! Clang! and twist
Nobody knows I exist, and I'm
But I won't be scarred
Instead I toys, toys of the graveyard
Monday, ringing the
It's all about show and tell, as well
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 everywhere you look
All the nerds sitting up front got
start screaming and making a dash
So I start handing out toys at last
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 your gift and what you will
Is a toy, my friend, that you'll never
not everyday that you get your skull split
You like soldiers, we got
Made rubber 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
Come home and 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 an eye with it
my double blade razor whip chop jimmy
And it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme
You want toys, you to the right place
Try my toy, Mutilating Mental Case
him up, let him go among all of ya
Then BANG! slaughterer
Your turn, reach in and get
Oh look, he out a rubber ducky
It make a sound and then BANG!
the fingers off his fuckin hand
Don't stop, class done yet
I remember you calling me
brainy, my aggrevation
Went into these creations
Reach in, you might find wicked
Wicked, scary, chop pickadery
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."