Luyện nghe bài hát Father

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

My dad me 'bout
The story the birds and the bees
When the bees turn wasps and take half of everything
He sounded
That a bird doesn't need a nest
But a bed for our bird heads to
He told me son never dunk (WHAT?)
It's family basketball is not for us
Our just aren't that springy
My great great uncle did but he didn't
He told me son
Of the monsters that roam the depths of head
Sometimes they'll make you sad or
Or real mad, or real real jealous and
That's 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
Will Smith mixed with Michael Cera
I'm Will Smith, Cera
Kevin
Cera

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

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