Luyện nghe bài hát Our House

Here's the story, of a boy.
up in a suburban home,
Trying to cope with life,
Who in a little house,
That was built, in the of the street.

"Hey, Mom!
on the juke box,
so he shot two cops,
and raped a girl,
two dudes watched,"
"Nuh-uh! were tryin' to frame him,
You have Two Pack Shaker,"
"No! That how you say his name, mum!
so lame,
Don't you anything?"
"Yeah!
I that you'll probably go,
and in a gang,"
"Yeah, right. Im out
my fuckin' walkman at?"
"Stop at me!"
"Shut up, bitch!"
"And quit black."
Well,
the door and I'm out,
Now,
probably warm in the house.
Fuck, I my jacket,
it was winter.
I'm thinner,
I'm hungry.
Is Mom dinner?
"Mom!
Let me in!
I my coat.
Mom, on, I'm not playin',
cold!
Alright, sorry.
I a jacket,
Mom, look,
My tape,
I just it,
Ma, let me back in,
It is Two Shaker,
I asked him."
I'm freezin', (achoo)
I'm sneezin',
I'm too much cold air,
I'm wheezin',
"I did nothin',
I say "I'm leavin',"
I said "I'm goin' on the porch to get somethin',""
(scissors cutting)
"Alright, here.
your damn coat and leave,"
"Finaly!,
Mom! You cut off the sleaves!"

(Chorus 4x)
Our house,
In the of the street.

One, two, three,
My two faced,
She went to my school grades,
Last Tuesday,
I had a toothache,
kool-aid,
So Mom me out, (get out)
And, all i had in my suitcase,
Was one shoelace,
A sock,
and a of toothpaste,
Sometimes,
It was cool,
"cause I go to a friend's,
there,
Fool and just skip school.
But times,
I'd just be home,
In my own alone,
BEAT my and nobody would know,
My little brother on a bottle,
he was six,
So I'd it inside the couch,
And say "I don't know it is,"
But as soon as Mom it,
I would be grounded,
or out the house,
a weeks,.
and countin',
Even I was underage,
Mom was cops,
I was to run away,
I her,
"Someday, bitch, you're pay,"
Please, Mom, Please, Mom, Please, Mom,
I stay, (let me stay)

(Chorus 4x)

My incoherint,
a single parent,
Who carin',
through me,
I'm transparent,
it clear,
That I was there,
to run an errands,
her friends,
I was a son from her marriage,
Sent me up to the little store,
with a note,
"Please, my step-son,
cigarettes so I can smoke,"
One time,
I tried to sick,
To get attention,
Back-fired,
Mom, me to school,
a vengence,
My life's the worst thing that ever happen to me,
I go to class,
and every always laughin' at me,
And Mom says white are laughed at.
Not that,
She me upstairs,
I rap,
and I'm stupid,
I make an average,
of a B+,
I to sit on my ass and sue people,
she does,
One time, I got poison,
a hot dog,
Mom and got $2,000,
Ballpark,
"Hey, Ma. You got a dollar?"
"I don't so.
Now keep an eye on brother,
I'm to bingo."
"But, Mom. You said you broke."
"Who
You got your messed up,
from that rap music."

(Chorus Out)