Luyện nghe bài hát The Secret Life Of Morgan Davis

Uh, okay, we're going to do a new song
It's a man named, uh
Morgan Davis,
Morgan left the house to get some Cream of
And came back a little bit more
All right, this Joe DeLorenza

His wife is tired, she wants to
But all that Davis wants is Cream of Wheat
He waits and she turns out the lights
He tip-toes through the
As he slips to the

This boring and he leads of buying and selling stocks
Makes him feel growing old and tired
There's no joy or strife just by time
In boring life

He wants the lights, the Jaz, a of ass
A bitch to blow him for a vile of crack
He cooks his in some Gatorade
And a bag of chronic on the East MLK

The secret and he leads it
By selling drugs him up at night
He's hash, screwing trailer trash
Hey, he's making cash, it's a whoring

My friends are all salesman, my is a slut
There must be bigger I can stick in my butt
The IRS is auditing, my is in a rut

And so he's fired his heat, blown his blow
It's up on sunrise and it's time to go
He smells like barf, his a mess
He the coke and lipstick off his fat, hairy, chest

He stumbles home from a 'Lesie'
He will be at in an hour or so
He crawls in bed his sleeping wife
a night to break up his boring life