Luyện nghe bài hát Technical Foul

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

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

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

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

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

Let me get straight
You me to change my entire 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 want to do that
But let me run a few by you
So I screw up accidentally

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

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

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

Make some long calls
You'll get a in the balls
Can I walk with my morning erection?
If you want an automatic
that's a technical foul

But I'd like to see it anyway, just

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

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

How did my life get stuck in shit hole?
Why oh why won't someone my wig, wig, wig?
Guess I have to deal 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 look an owl
Oh, my God, laugh at her

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