Luyện nghe bài hát Technical Foul

Look you've got to
Its just me and Eleanor for sixty-seven years
So she gets nervous around
I wouldn't show picture to any one

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

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

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

Cause that's a foul, Ill show 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 change my lifestyle in one night
Because you guys are a couple of psychotic control
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, after moving a
That's a technical foul,
If I decide to my ass with your monogrammed towel
That's a foul

say, hiney
If I make fun of your feeties
Or give cookies to Miss Diabetes
That's not really technical foul, but a homicide

Can I sleep past
If you do get a T
Take a whizz in flowers
I'll say hit the
Use horn as a bong
Adios Tommy

some long distance calls
You'll get a in the balls
Can I walk around with my erection?
If you want an ejection
'Cause a technical foul

But I'd like to see it anyway, just

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

Whether you're Jewish diabetic or especially
ironic and hes a troll
I see, shes in my royal carry
My wife is short and hairy
They my wig, I remember the look in their eyes

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

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

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