Luyện nghe bài hát Stockin' The Neighbors

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

They're driving through your yard, nothing you can do
Dave's behind the wheel, and he's had more than a few
Suburban families slumber in
Awakened to the sights and sounds of the yard they're blowing in their
Death

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

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

Dave had to run, Dave had to
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 say, "Hey pal, you're fucked!"

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

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