Luyện nghe bài hát Dee Wee (My Friend the Massive Idiot)

He said he'd be at seven
The clock hit 7:22
It's too cold
To for my ride
Watching try out a new doo (Bruins)

He he'd be here at seven
But it just hit (already?)
in Brockton, Mass.,
I got my in my ass
combing up a big beehive (Celtics)

Where the is he?
Where the is he?

The bitch doesn't bother calling
though it's 7:44 (I fell asleep, pally)
I'm feeling kinda
Mama's fancy
Slicking back a wet (Red Sox)

He said he'd be at seven
It's in on 8:01 (Trimmin' the 'stache, kid)
Me like a sap
In a knit cap
next move is a bun (fuckin' Patriots)

Where the fuck is he? (My are still in the dryer, dude)
Where the fuck is he? (I couldn't find my snowboots, pal)
I wish I had a car (Huge, hangover)
Oh, no (Massive hailstorm, hailstorm, massive)

That stupid punk
He's probably drunk
I bet he a case
Wanna pop him in the face now
Mama's

Wicked
good (Oh, GOD)
Wicked
good (Fuck yeah)
Wicked
good (Pisser?)

Well my friend is a no-show
And I'm fucking pissed (Why?)
'Cause I could've gone with
In the side of his
Mama's on the phone with a (Fuck Charlie!)

So I guess I ain't going out
'Cause the say 12:09 (Shit-faced)
But the operator
'Cause one perm
hair sure do look fine (Heffenreffer!!!)

Where the