Luyện nghe bài hát White Picket Fence

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