Luyện nghe bài hát Late for School

woke up morning,
clock said I was for school,
told me "that's not cool"
gotta put my shirt and on,
flew the front stair,
wet my and slicked my hair,
elbowed passing by,
her face into a pie.

If I'm there's misery,
I be up on history,
I'll be in the grammar slammer,
and I got a C.
Got a last semester,
told my mom and depressed her,
promised dad I be late, so gotta accelerate,
go!

Ran out the door,
like a meteor,
I across the front lawn quickly,
missed the bus, my shoelace me,
the corner,
homework as I go,
neighbor "tally ho!"
and a standing O.

across three lawn flamingos,
to Sal, (he's Filipino)
the fence,
and found I was headed toward a pool.
in the air I did funny,
on tv I'd some money,
waved my arms and like mad
to alter I'd land, WHOO!

Aimed for the boad,
hit the kiddie float.
I began to control,
I'm so I learned to log roll.
jumped the diving board,
off it then headed toward,
a gym,
I bounced right and caught onto a kite.
WHOA!

up so high, I see the school,
8AM, the rule!
flying slowly, is marking,
down the dogs are barking,
I like I'm sailing,
but uh-oh, the is failing,
now I'm downward, groundward,
to the school.

on the football I crashed,
50-yard line, smash,
grabbed my and so begins
my frantic dash.
down the I ricochet,
cases in the way,
the kids are all in class,
I wish that I they, WHOA!
THERE!

I see the clock ends the light,
8AM right!
I pull a handle a fight,
the is locked and that's not right
not a person here today,
is out to play?
now i'm thinking and sinking in,
saturday!
OHH!! I could have in bed!

I'm out the school
that I could aviate,
or evaporate,
be home and back in bed soon,
my dad is
"what the heck you up to,
go fishing,
my oh my, grandma's face is in a pie"

This is something,
I'm dad and fish are jumping,
mom gave me a new
to set for morn.
never wanna be late for
never be the classroom fool,
I'd be in the grammar, slammer,
and I get a D!
Now my are doing dances,
HIP HOORAY for chances!
I'm not and life is great, it's time to celebrate, WHOA!