Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Dishes

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

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

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

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

For my little bees
Beggin' mama, mama can you
Always wantin' me to call name
of laundry pilin' up
Crayons into the floor
And those little kisses
And dishes,
And dishes...