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 six, I used to get dissed by the chicks
And would chase me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and sticks and me names
And filled my lunchbox frogbrains (eeww!)
When I left school, it was much
My daddy was a killer
And how about that, he'd make me sit in the back
all his dead bodies on my lap (move!)
When I got home, enough of the
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
Instead I toys, toys of the graveyard
Monday, the bell
all about show and tell, might as well
Show all these just what I got
Yo, out my toy box!

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

J]
We got bodies everywhere you look
All the sitting up front got cooked
Others screaming and making a dash
So I start handing out toys at last
You slinkies, we got slinkies
Only mine like to wrap your face
And stretch, twist,
And whip your body all over the room
So come, one at a
Open your gift and what you will
Is a toy, my friend, that you'll never
It's not everyday you get your skull split
You soldiers, we got soldiers
with rubber and steel, they look real
But I wouldn't just toss em under bed
That's how you get an axe to the (oww)
And let em sit around all day
Come home and find you mom, in the hallway
'cause can be nifty
All the are shifty, haha, in my toy box

"Woooowee, that 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 whip jimmy
And it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme
You want toys, you to the right place
Try my little toy, Mutilating Mental
Wind him up, let him go all of ya
Then BANG! slaughterer
Your turn, in and get lucky
Oh look, he pulled out a rubber
It make a funny and then BANG!
Blew the fingers off his fuckin
Don't stop, class done yet
I remember you calling me
brainy, my aggrevation
Went into these little
Reach in, you might find wicked
Wicked, scary, chop pickadery
Off your head, a robot 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 this record."