Luyện nghe bài hát Technical Foul

Look you've got to
Its just been me and Eleanor for years
So she nervous around strangers
I wouldn't that picture to any one

Or they try to take you two guys back to the laboratory
Listen we got rules in this house, and you follow
Them or you'll find yourself outta of
This might be harder I thought

If you're coming from street, with shoes on your feet
That's a foul
If you switch the to some modern music show
a technical foul
If you don't the door after using the refridgerator
That's a technical foul, a technical

If you touch the thermostat, get hit with a bat
'Cause tha'ts a foul, you'll feel my wrath
If your hair the drain, you'll know the meaning of pain

that's a technical foul, Ill show you no mercy
This is bull shit, hey in this house we say bull spit
Or its a technical foul, a technical

Let me get this
You expect me to change my lifestyle in one night
Because you guys are a couple of control freaks
You got it bub or you can go rot in the
It's up to you Yankee

Well, I don't want to do
But let me run a few by you
So I don't screw up

If I don't spray Lysol, moving a bowel
That's a technical foul,
If I decide to wash my ass with monogrammed towel
a technical foul

Please say,
If I make fun of your crazy
Or give sugar cookies to Diabetes
That's not really foul, but possibly a homicide

Can I past three?
If you do get a T
Take a whizz in flowers
say hit the showers
Use horn as a bong
Tommy Chong

Make long distance calls
You'll get a in the balls
Can I walk around my morning erection?
If you an automatic ejection
'Cause that's a foul

But I'd like to see it anyway, just

There are certain which apply in one's life
With your sister, or imaginary wife
I cant believe, I haven't myself
Respect carries over me on the
Here with Wigs McGee, and a elf

Whether you're Jewish or especially short
Shes and hes a troll
I see, shes strange in my carry
My imaginary is short and hairy
They took my wig, I remember the look in eyes

How did my life get in this shit hole?
Why oh why someone retrieve my wig, wig, wig?
Guess I have to with your demands
But don't touch me with your alien hands

I got no to growl
The she's on the prowl
Without my wig, I like an owl
Oh, my God, laugh at her

Or it's a foul
Or it's a foul
Or it's a foul