Luyện nghe bài hát Our House

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

"Hey, Mom!
on the juke box,
so what he two cops,
and a little girl,
two dudes watched,"
"Nuh-uh! They tryin' to frame him,
You wouldn't have Two Shaker,"
"No! ain't 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
Where's my fuckin' at?"
"Stop at me!"
"Shut up, bitch!"
"And talking 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 cracked it,
Ma, let me back in,
It is Two Shaker,
I just him."
I'm freezin', (achoo)
I'm sneezin',
I'm breathin' too much air,
I'm wheezin',
"I did nothin',
I say "I'm leavin',"
I "I'm goin' on the front 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 lower my grades,
Since 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 shit and would know,
My little sucked on a bottle,
he was six,
So I'd it inside the couch,
And say "I don't know it is,"
But as as Mom found it,
I would be grounded,
or out the house,
a weeks,.
and countin',
when 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,
me up to the little corner store,
with a note,
"Please, my step-son,
Some so I can smoke,"
One time,
I to fake sick,
To get attention,
Back-fired,
Mom, me to school,
a vengence,
My life's the worst thing that could happen to me,
I go to class,
and teacher's 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)