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 before too
And Chris will gladly ride shotgun, navigating seems like fun
Drunk and out of gas, they drive around and

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

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 home, just one more block, he had to hit that 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 spend the night in
He had no "Triple A" for a tow
Called them only to hear them say, "Hey pal, you're fucked!"

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

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