Luyện nghe bài hát Phony Calls

Mom and dad are out for the evening
And you're inside the house all alone
That's when you decide it might be fun to harass
Dial a random number up on telephone
You ask if their is running
Then you tell 'em should go out and catch it
Buddy, if they ever figured out where you callin' 'em from
They'd come and bust head right in with a ratchet
to me

Don't go makin' calls
Please stick to the seven-digit numbers used to
I know that you think it's drivin' folks right up the wall
But it's gettin' old fast

Little Melvin has a natural
Askin' for Prince in a can
He gets a kick each time he makes a collect
To some guy he know who lives in Japan
He's callin' strangers up at in the morning
Gives 'em pie delivery at four
He won't be laughin' they're tracin' his line
One day the phone will be there at his door
Yo, me

Don't go makin' phony
Only dial the seven-digit you're used to
Swear someday I'm gonna yank that phone cord out from the wall
How long is this gonna last?
on

{Moe's Taverne, where the meet to drink
Uh, yeah, hello, is Mike Last name Rotch
Hold on, I'll
My crotch! My crotch! Hey, has anybody seen my crotch
to me, you little puke
One of these days, I'm gonna you
And I'm carve my name on your back with an icepick}

Don't go makin' calls
Please to the seven-digit numbers you're used to
You went the New York City phone book and prank-called 'em all
that you grow out of this fast
Grow out of fast

Don't go phony calls
Only dial the seven-digit numbers you're to
But you think it's funny when you're folks right up the wall
But really gettin' old fast