Luyện nghe bài hát Technical Foul

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

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

If you're coming from street, dirty shoes on your feet
That's a foul
If you switch the to some modern music show
a technical foul
If you shut the door after using the refridgerator
That's a technical foul, a foul

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

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

Let me get straight
You expect me to change my entire in one night
Because you guys are a couple of psychotic freaks
You got it bub or you can go rot in the
up to you Yankee Doodle

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 moving a
That's a technical foul,
If I decide to my ass with your monogrammed towel
a technical foul

Please say,
If I make fun of your crazy
Or give sugar cookies to Miss
not really technical foul, but possibly a homicide

Can I sleep three?
If you do get a T
Take a in those flowers
say hit the showers
Use horn as a bong
Adios Chong

some long distance calls
You'll get a in the balls
Can I walk with 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 rules apply in one's life
With your sister, or imaginary wife
I believe, I haven't killed myself
Respect carries me on the court
Here with McGee, and a fury elf

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

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

I got no to growl
The whistle on the prowl
Without my wig, I look an owl
Oh, my God, don't at her

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