Luyện nghe bài hát Late for School

woke up morning,
clock I was late for school,
teacher me "that's not cool"
gotta put my shirt and on,
flew down the 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,
be in the English grammar slammer,
and I got a C.
Got a warning semester,
told my mom and depressed her,
promised dad I won't be late, so accelerate,
go!

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

Lept across lawn flamingos,
to Sal, (he's Filipino)
the fence,
and found that I was headed a pool.
in the air I did funny,
on tv I'd some money,
waved my arms and legs mad
to where 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!
slowly, time is marking,
down below the are barking,
I feel I'm sailing,
but uh-oh, the is failing,
now I'm downward, groundward,
to the school.

on the football I crashed,
line, perfect smash,
grabbed my books and so
my final dash.
the hall I ricochet,
trophy in the way,
the other are all in class,
I that I were they, WHOA!
THERE!

I see the clock with the light,
8AM right!
I pull a handle a fight,
the door is and that's not right
there's not a person today,
is out to play?
now i'm thinking and it's in,
saturday!
OHH!! I could stayed in bed!

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

is really something,
I'm dad and fish are jumping,
mom gave me a new
to set for morn.
never be late for school'
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 late and is great, it's time to celebrate, WHOA!