Luyện nghe bài hát Grace

Ian why you say grace
"dear god thanks, and if you me vegetables would be extinct"
Now I'm looking down the of a string-bean side like an exodus of biblical proportion redefined
Rectangle 4, squeeze 5, each one
May not be excused from the table til the gone
Stomach revvin up an rerun
Where's a plume of smoke when you need one?
Chris and Graham hate em too but advocate a braver chew invented for the code red, chaser, nose held, gulp!
Moments later 2 have been
me the legroom and the legume police
Going "freeze, you the pretzeled arms
Send your nausea 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 asking 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 doorjust
Kids on skateboards asking you to navigate the claymores
Yup, I told em "oh he can't, he in the kitchen pouting and ofa plant"

Blink Twice if you are held hostage
I speak and spell ofa sleeper in the hospice
Woke, impersonating little helpers
That intimately purr between the hiccuping up of
Pick a porcelain
A portion canned
Frozen or
Defies the glory ofthe Poultry or
Via communal bloodletting that spud levy
No '87 supper-scape was truly flood-friendly,
Including at your basic for contaminated textures 60 minutes into never
Where room temp heirlooms emanate a crude mist
To a rendition of "dude, pissed"
Tell dad pissed too
Not to mention genuinely brandishing a the new hue
Still out-mule any last watchmen
til the lord waiting as an option

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

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

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

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