Luyện nghe bài hát Stokin' The Neighbors

Sunday night's a perfect night to mow some neighbor's
And I'm and at the helm before too long
And Chris will ride shotgun navigating seems like fun
Drunk and out of gas we around and crash

We drivin' through the yard nothin' we can do
Dave's behind the wheel and he's had than one or two
Suburban families slumber in civility to the sights
And sounds of the yard they're down in their death machine

Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive,

Dave's a midnight landscaper workin' over time
And he is throttle, full throttle tonight, alright
He was almost home, one more block
He had to hit that mailbox dumped it in a ditch, ain't that a bitch

had to run, Dave had to bail
He was havin' too much fun to spend that in jail
He had no triple a for a tow
I called 'em anyway to hear them say, hey pal, you're fucked

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

You drivin' the yard, there's nothin' you can do
Dave's the wheel and he's had more than just a few
families slumber in civility, awakened to the aftermath
The neighbors have been