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 the strangest prayer ever said:

"I thank You Lord,
For noisy and slamming doors,
And clothes scattered all the floor,
My workin' all the time,
in dead tired at night,
My ending messy kitchen
And dishes."

We all got real and quiet,
And asked "Honey, you alright?"
She said, "Dear, ain't wrong,
kids are happy kids,
And slamming doors just we live,
In a warm and home,
Your long and those dishes in the sink,
Means a job and to eat.

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

For my little bees
mama, mama can you please?
Always wantin' me to call their
Loads of laundry up
crushed into the floor
And those little kisses
And dishes,
And dishes...