Luyện nghe bài hát Late for School

woke up morning,
clock I was late for school,
teacher me "that's not cool"
put my shirt and pants on,
flew the front stair,
wet my fingers and my hair,
elbowed passing by,
her face went a pie.

If I'm there's misery,
I be up on history,
I'll be in the grammar slammer,
and I got a C.
Got a last semester,
my mom and that depressed her,
promised dad I be late, so gotta accelerate,
go!

Ran out the door,
moving a meteor,
I across the front lawn quickly,
the bus, my shoelace tripped me,
the corner,
homework as I go,
shouted "tally ho!"
and a standing O.

Lept across three flamingos,
to Sal, (he's Filipino)
the fence,
and found that I was headed a pool.
in the air I did funny,
on tv I'd make money,
waved my arms and legs mad
to alter I'd land, WHOO!

for the rubber boad,
hit the kiddie float.
I began to control,
I'm so glad I to log roll.
onto the diving board,
bounced off it headed toward,
a gym,
I bounced just and caught onto a kite.
WHOA!

up so high, I see the school,
8AM, the rule!
flying slowly, is marking,
below the dogs are barking,
I feel I'm sailing,
but uh-oh, the is failing,
now I'm downward, groundward,
to the school.

on the football I crashed,
line, perfect smash,
grabbed my books and so
my frantic dash.
down the I ricochet,
trophy in the way,
the other are all in class,
I wish that I they, WHOA!
THERE!

I see the clock with the light,
8AM right!
I pull a with a fight,
the door is locked and not right
there's not a person today,
is everybody out to
now i'm and it's sinking in,
saturday!
OHH!! I could stayed in bed!

I'm out the school
wish that I aviate,
or evaporate,
be home and back in bed soon,
my dad is
"what the were you up to,
go fishing,
my oh my, your face is in a pie"

is really something,
I'm dad and fish are jumping,
mom gave me a new
to set for morn.
wanna be late for school'
never wanna be the fool,
I'd be in the grammar, slammer,
and I get a D!
Now my are doing dances,
HIP HOORAY for chances!
I'm not late and life is great, time to celebrate, WHOA!