Luyện nghe bài hát Stockin' The Neighbors

Friday night's the perfect night to mow neighbor's lawn
And Dave is and at the helm before too long
And will gladly ride shotgun, 'cause navigating seems like fun
and out of gas, they drive around and crash

They're through your yard, there's nothing you can do
behind the wheel, and he's had more than just a few
Suburban slumber in civility
Awakened to the and sounds of the yard they're blowing down in their
machine

Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive...

Dave's a midnight landscaper, and working overtime
And he is throttle--full throttle tonight. (Alright!)
He was almost home, just one more block, he had to hit that mailbox
it in a ditch, ain't that a bitch? (Stoking the neighbors!)

Dave had to run, had to bail
He was having too fun to spend the night in jail
He had no "Triple A" for a tow
Called them anyway only to hear them say, "Hey pal, fucked!"

a decent guy, like most of us, until he drinks
And then his liquid mind takes over how he
And then all that matters is having fun, off the next beer run
On one too nights, the party's over

He's driving through yard, there's nothing you can do
Dave's behind the wheel, and he's had than one or two
families slumber in civility
Awakened to the aftermath: the neighbors been stoked...