Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Dishes

Mama "Supper time,
And make me tell you twice
Wash your hands and your face.
The table's no for your toys,
And try to use inside voice,
Don't dig in we say Grace."
So we put down our forks and bowed our
And then she prayed the prayer ever said:

"I thank You Lord,
For noisy and slamming doors,
And scattered all over the floor,
My workin' all the time,
Draggin' in dead at night,
My never ending kitchen
And dishes."

We all got still and quiet,
And daddy "Honey, you alright?"
She said, "Dear, nothing wrong,
Noisy are happy kids,
And slamming just means we live,
In a warm and home,
Your long hours and those in the sink,
a job and enough to eat.

So I'm gonna You Lord,
For noisy and slamming doors,
And clothes all over the floor,
My workin' all the time,
in dead tired at night,
My never messy kitchen

For my little bees
Beggin' mama, can you please?
Always me to call their name
Loads of pilin' up
crushed into the floor
And little sticky kisses
And dishes,
And dishes...