Luyện nghe bài hát Grace

Ian why don't you say
"dear god thanks, and if you me vegetables would be extinct"
Now I'm looking down the barrel of a side like an exodus of biblical proportion redefined
seat 4, squeeze 5, each one
May not be excused from the table til the gone
Stomach revvin up an episodic
Where's a plume of smoke when you need one?
and Graham hate em too but advocate a braver chew invented for the code red, cola chaser, nose held, gulp!
Moments 2 have been released
Leaving me the and the legume police
Going "freeze, you with the pretzeled
Send your nausea my best regards
And know this kitchen as a til the pea pods die
I sit here all night"
So I

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 now?
Kids on skateboards asking you to navigate the 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 and spell ofa sleeper cell in the hospice
Woke, impersonating little helpers
That intimately purr between the up of feathers
Pick a dish
A single portion
Frozen or
Defies the glory Poultry or fish
Via communal bloodletting that spud levy
No '87 supper-scape was truly flood-friendly,
Including at your basic cemetery for contaminated textures 60 into never
Where room heirlooms emanate a crude black mist
To a rendition of "dude, pissed"
dad dude's pissed too
Not to mention genuinely brandishing a the new hue
out-mule any last strafing watchmen
til the taketh waiting as an option

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
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"

like toes in a tide pool
More like, left, right, poached from notable Kaiju
Fat neck, fine tooth, and lean, yelling
"this now eat the god damn beans!" ah!
Hangdog mouth talk slang wrong and that there's flatware by a crane arm
Time for action
one ripe for a swipe and extraction
Brined in
Carried to the yap and obliged access
If only in with a deep-fried fascist, peep
Literally bite down
And my tongue get a flooding from my uninvited
Pointer plug a hole in the damn
Ma notice, "ok gross, dinner's over, go spit", pop "bullshit"
Both of my brothers break in, like "he's on his Hogan no mistaken", by the way

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