Luyện nghe bài hát Technical Foul

Look got to understand
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 to the laboratory
Listen we got rules in this house, and you follow
Them or you'll find outta of here
This might be harder I thought

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

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

Cause a technical foul, Ill show you no mercy
This is such bull shit, hey in this we say bull spit
Or its a technical foul, a foul

Let me get straight
You me to change my entire lifestyle in one night
Because you guys are a of psychotic control 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 screw up

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

say, hiney
If I make fun of your feeties
Or give cookies to Miss Diabetes
That's not really 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 this horn as a
Adios Tommy

some long distance calls
You'll get a kick in the
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, kidding

are certain rules which apply in one's life
With your sister, friends or imaginary
I cant believe, I killed myself
Respect carries me on the court
Here with Wigs McGee, and a elf

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

How did my get stuck in this shit hole?
Why oh why won't someone 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 technical
Or a technical foul
Or it's a technical