Luyện nghe bài hát Stockin' The Neighbors

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

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

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

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

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

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

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