Luyện nghe bài hát Onomatopoeia

Forty-five minutes, cents
Sixty-five agents on a fence
Saying, hey little brother look we got for you

We're gonna rope off an and put on a show
From the Canadian down to Mexico
It might be the potentially gross
that we could possibly do

Yeah, little buddy gonna get your
Make them all wet their pants
We'll record it and that's no jive
it, stop it, no, no, no, no

Bang went the pistol, went the window
went the son of a gun
Onomatopoeia, I wanna see ya
Speaking in a tongue

Knock, knock, hello, can I in?
Gee, it was a show
Oh, you haven't on yet?
Well, how was I supposed to

Hey we got a great date, it's downtown
We're gonna get the grand to do the sound
It's a boxing ring, but it be the thing
To really put you in the

Well little brother, don't you get us wrong
Why we even know one of the to your song
Just say I do and lay it on you
You, you, and me, me, me, me

went the pistol, crash went the window
Ouch the son of a gun
Onomatopoeia, I don't to see ya
Speaking in a tongue

Hey buddy gonna get your chance
Make pubescent all wet their pants
record it live and that's no jive
Hold it, it, no, no, no, no

Bang the pistol, crash went the window
went the son of a gun
Onomatopoeia, I don't to see ya
in a foreign tongue

Onomatopoeia, I want to see ya
Speaking in a foreign