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 like six, I used to get by the chicks
And would chase me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and sticks and calling me
And filled my lunchbox with (eeww!)
When I left school, it was iller
My was a serial killer
And how about that, he'd always make me sit in the
With all his dead on my lap (move!)
I got home, enough of the static
Hammer and tools, went up to the
Never knew any other or boys
my toys, toys, toys
Bang! Clang! and twist
Nobody I exist, and I'm pissed
But I be mentally scarred
Instead I make toys, toys of the
Monday, ringing the
It's all about show and tell, as well
Show all these just what I got
Yo, out my toy box!

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

J]
We got dead everywhere you look
All the nerds sitting up got cooked
Others start screaming and making a
So I start handing out toys fast at
You like slinkies, we got
Only like to wrap around your face
And stretch, twist,
And whip body all over the fuckin room
So come, one at a
Open your gift and what you 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, they 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
'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
fuck around, homie, you can lose an eye with it
That's my double razor whip chop jimmy
And mine, motherfucker, so gimme gimme
You want toys, you come to the place
Try my toy, Mutilating Mental Case
Wind him up, let him go all of ya
BANG! serial slaughterer
Your turn, reach in and get
Oh look, he pulled out a rubber
It make a funny and then BANG!
Blew the off his fuckin hand
Don't stop, class done yet
I remember you me poindexter
Bookworm brainy, my
Went into these creations
in, you might find something wicked
Wicked, scary, chop bang
Off with head, a robot with a sword
But now he's looking at me, but what
"Eh, wait a minute, I you
Get them, not me. Eh, a minute, motherfucker."
"Oh, I love record."