Luyện nghe bài hát Stockin' The Neighbors

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

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

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 block, he had to hit that last mailbox
Dumped it in a ditch, ain't that a (Stoking the neighbors!)

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

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

He's driving through your yard, there's you can do
Dave's the wheel, and he's had more than one or two
Suburban families slumber in
Awakened to the aftermath: the neighbors have stoked...