Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Dishes

Mama "Supper time,
And don't make me you twice
Wash your hands and your face.
The table's no place for 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 strangest prayer said:

"I wanna You Lord,
For noisy children and doors,
And clothes all over the floor,
My workin' all the time,
in dead tired at night,
My never ending messy
And dishes."

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

So I'm thank You Lord,
For noisy and slamming doors,
And clothes scattered all the floor,
My husband all the time,
in dead tired at night,
My ending messy kitchen

For my little busy
Beggin' mama, can you please?
Always wantin' me to their name
Loads of laundry up
Crayons crushed the floor
And those little sticky
And dishes,
And dishes...