Luyện nghe bài hát Grace

Ian why you say grace
"dear god thanks, and if you loved me vegetables be extinct"
Now I'm looking the barrel of a string-bean side like an exodus of biblical proportion redefined
Rectangle seat 4, squeeze 5, one
May not be excused from the til the green gone
Stomach revvin up an episodic
Where's a dissipating plume of smoke when you one?
Chris and Graham hate em too but advocate a braver chew invented for the code red, cola chaser, held, gulp!
Moments later 2 have released
me the legroom and the legume police
Going "freeze, you the pretzeled arms
Send your fabricated my best regards
And know this kitchen as a prison til the pea die
I sit here all night"
So I

Who was at the doorjust
Kids on dirt bikes asking you to the curbsides Really?
Yup I told em "oh he busy, he staring at his green beans being a pussy

Who was at the doorjust
Kids on skateboards asking you to the claymores Really?
Yup, I told em "oh he can't, he in the pouting and terrified ofa plant"

Blink Twice if you are being hostage
I speak and spell ofa cell in the hospice
Woke, impersonating busy helpers
That intimately between the hiccuping up of feathers
Pick a porcelain
A portion canned
or fresh
Defies the glory Poultry or fish
Via bloodletting that rupture spud levy
No '87 supper-scape was truly flood-friendly,
Including at your basic cemetery for contaminated textures 60 into never
Where temp heirlooms emanate a crude black mist
To a rendition of "dude, pissed"
dad dude's pissed too
Not to mention brandishing a the new gill hue
Still any last strafing watchmen
til the lord taketh as an option

Who was at the doorjust
Kids on bikes asking you to bunny-hop the curbsides Really?
Yup I told em "oh he busy, he staring at his green beans a total pussy

Who was at the doorjust
Kids on asking you to navigate the claymores Really?
Yup, I em "oh he can't, he in the kitchen pouting and terrified ofa plant"

Less toes in a tide pool
More like, left, right, poached from notable giant
Fat neck, fine tooth, rock and lean,
"this now eat the god damn beans!" ah!
Hangdog mouth talk slang wrong and that there's exhumed by a crane arm
Time for action
Stab one ripe for a and extraction
Brined in
Carried to the cavernous yap and access
If only in compliance with a fascist, peep
Literally down once
And my tongue get a flooding my uninvited guts
Pointer plug a hole in the damn
Ma notice, "ok gross, over, go spit", pop call "bullshit"
Both of my break in, like "he's on his Davie Hogan no mistaken", by the way

Who was at the now?
Kids on dirt bikes you to bunny-hop the curbsides Really?
Yup I told em "oh he busy, he staring at his beans being a total pussy

Who was at the now?
Kids on skateboards asking you to the claymores Really?
Yup, I em "oh he can't, he in the kitchen pouting and terrified ofa plant"