Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Dishes

Mama "Supper time,
And make me tell you twice
Wash your hands and wipe face.
The table's no for your toys,
And try to use your voice,
dig in 'til we say Grace."
So we put down our forks and our heads
And she prayed the strangest prayer ever said:

"I thank You Lord,
For children and slamming doors,
And clothes all over the floor,
My husband all the time,
in dead tired at night,
My never ending kitchen
And dishes."

We all got still and quiet,
And daddy "Honey, you alright?"
She said, "Dear, ain't wrong,
Noisy are happy kids,
And doors just means we live,
In a and loving home,
Your long hours and dishes in the sink,
a job and enough to eat.

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

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