Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Dishes

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

"I wanna You Lord,
For children and slamming doors,
And clothes all over the floor,
My husband all the time,
Draggin' in dead at night,
My never messy kitchen
And dishes."

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

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

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