Luyện nghe bài hát Technical Foul

Look you've got to
Its been me and Eleanor for sixty-seven years
So she gets around strangers
I show that picture to any one

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

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

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

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

Let me get straight
You expect me to my entire 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 want to do that
But let me run a few by you
So I don't up accidentally

If I don't spray Lysol, after a bowel
a technical foul, okay?
If I decide to my ass with your monogrammed towel
That's a technical

Please say,
If I fun of your crazy feeties
Or give sugar cookies to Miss
That's not really technical foul, but a homicide

Can I past three?
If you do get a T
a whizz in those flowers
I'll say hit the
Use this horn as a
Adios Tommy

Make long distance calls
get a kick in the balls
Can I walk around with my morning
If you an automatic ejection
'Cause a technical foul

But I'd to see it anyway, just kidding

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

Whether you're Jewish diabetic or especially
Shes ironic and hes a
I see, shes strange in my royal
My imaginary wife is and hairy
They took my wig, I remember the look in their

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

I got no right to
The whistle she's on the
Without my wig, I like an owl
Oh, my God, don't at her

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