Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Dishes

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

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

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

So I'm gonna You Lord,
For noisy children and doors,
And clothes scattered all the floor,
My workin' all the time,
Draggin' in dead at night,
My never ending messy

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