Luyện nghe bài hát White Picket Fence

Out the door she walked it behind her
I'm the telephone.
just to find her
there I sit; of all I survey
"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 back a fifth
"how come this shit always to me,
when I'm such a fucking it's a mystery."
I walked fell flat on my face
passed out and of a beautiful place
and when everything seemed to be my way
I woke up in a puddle of where I lay.
I put the in the washer
took the to the cleaners
as my head pounds, I get and meaner
back at the houe I put the Tar on
out the poker and cleaned out the bong
and as the resin stars rising to my
Ralphy starts he'd be better off dead
my life just seems so incomplete
waking up in the pukey sheets.
Well I'm not stupid a little bit dense when I'm
wondering where the heck is my picket fence,
house in the 'burbs the 2.3 brats
of living here with the vomit and the rats.
Well now I'm here in my dingy little hovel
and I'm that my life was a romance novel
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 dealing with me is just hassle hassle
I'll put up Mantovani we could dance on the
while I play out the same scene once with feeling.
What's my motivation? it don't no sense
where the is my white picket fence?
I thought love was gonna my life
ought to be a law against me having a wife
so out the door she walked it behind her.