Luyện nghe bài hát White Picket Fence

Out the door she walked slamming it her
I'm the telephone.
dying to find her
there I sit; master of all I
"she'll crawl back on her hands and someday"
so I punched a hole in the wall my fist
put on Julie London and I knocked back a
"how come this shit always to me,
when I'm such a sweetheart it's a mystery."
I walked upstairs fell on my face
passed out and dreamed of a beautiful
and when everything to be going my way
I woke up in a puddle of where I lay.
I put the sheets in the
the covers to the cleaners
as my head pounds, I get impatient and
back at the houe I put the Tar on
out the poker and cleaned out the bong
and as the stars rising to my head
starts thinking he'd be better off dead
somehow my life seems so incomplete
waking up alone in the sheets.
I'm not stupid just a little bit dense when I'm
wondering where the is my white picket fence,
house in the 'burbs the 2.3 brats
instead of living here the vomit and the rats.
Well now I'm sitting here in my dingy hovel
and I'm wishing that my life was a romance
sweep me off my feet, take me away
(I back on my hands and knees today)
happily ever after we can live in my
even though with me is just hassle after hassle
I'll put up Mantovani we could on the ceiling
while I play out the scene once more with feeling.
my motivation? it don't make no sense
where the heck is my white fence?
I love was gonna save my life
there ought to be a law me having a wife
so out the door she slamming it behind her.