Luyện nghe bài hát Father

Hi, uh-uhhh, what's up? My name's
Uh Hobo Johnson I hope you like this
I made it up for my dad, for you, Dad, hey

My dad me 'bout
The story 'bout the birds and the
When the bees turn into wasps and half of everything
He sure
That a bird need a full nest
But a bed for our bird heads to
He me son you'll never dunk (WHAT?)
It's tradition basketball is not for us
Our legs just aren't springy
My great great uncle did but he didn't
He told me son
Of the monsters that the depths of your head
Sometimes they'll you real sad or
Or real real mad, or real jealous and
real real bad, boy breathe
Nicotine until you fall like all of our family, breathe
Nicotine you fall asleep
Like all of our family, like all of our family,

I'm the new Smith
I'm-I'm Smith mixed with Michael Cera
I'm Smith, Michael Cera
Spacey
Michael

My father's to a shape shifting monster
Who can take the form
Of a really really nice woman
And although seems super fucking frightening
Sometimes scary monster makes
A really really vanilla pudding, he has courage
But your courage isn't quite the kryptonite
As the monster runs rampant the house
your courage makes you feel strong
But it seems as if the monster eats muscles all along
Fucking pickin out your self right out it's scary teeth
Her breath like pride of self
And other men she to meet
And the monster doesn't sleep just schemes and
On the next tasty it gets to eat
It gets to eat, it to eat

I'm the new Will
I'm mixed with Kevin
I'm the new Smith, Kevin Spacey, Michael Cera
the fuck