Luyện nghe bài hát Bowling Song (Almighty Malachi, Professional Bowling God)

You watch me on your TV, say my job is easy.
Say I am not athletic, you my sport's pathetic.

But you judge me 'til you've walked a mile
in my shoes...

So I don't get all the ladies, got a from the 80's.
I'm known throughout the valleys as the of alleys...

And as I roll the ball I cry, "Let me or let me die!"
I'm Malachi, the bowling god.
The smell of gets my high, kiss those fuckin' pins goodbye!
I'm Malachi, the bowling... bowling... god.

Got a that's smooth and all black,
I keep it in my favorite sack.
I get a feeling in my soul as I finger hole...

And as I roll the I cry, "Let me bowl or let me die!"
I'm Malachi, the bowling god.
The smell of gets my high,
kiss those motherfuckin' goodbye!
I'm Malachi, the bowling... bowling...

Not a single man try to beat Almighty Malachi.
All who challenge me are slain; on fuckers, pick a lane.
Home and Gary Dickens, get in line for your ass kickins'.
John Patracky and Norton Duke; so lame, it makes me puke.
Who amongst the pro-bowl sector dares to don his wrist
Not that pussy Burton, tells me that his wrist is hurtin'.
Hey Walfey, Earl the Pearl,
are ya' to give the ball a hurl?
How bout' Dickey Webber and his son
I'll turn the to Cream of Wheat!

And as I roll the I cry, "Let me bowl or let me die!"
I'm Almighty Malachi, the god.
The smell of rosin gets my high, kiss fuckin' pins goodbye!
I'm Malachi, the bowling... bowling god!

Yeah, the god...