Luyện nghe bài hát White Picket Fence

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