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 4, squeeze 5, each one
May not be excused from the table til the green
Stomach up an episodic rerun
a dissipating plume of smoke when you need 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 been
Leaving me the and the legume police
Going "freeze, you with the arms
Send your nausea my best regards
And this kitchen as a prison til the pea pods die
I could sit all night"
So I

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

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

Blink Twice if you are being held
I speak and spell ofa sleeper in the hospice
Woke, impersonating little helpers
That intimately purr the hiccuping up of feathers
Pick a porcelain
A single canned
or fresh
Defies the ofthe Poultry or fish
Via communal bloodletting that rupture spud
No '87 was truly flood-friendly, ever
at your basic cemetery for contaminated textures 60 minutes into never
Where room temp emanate a crude black mist
To a rendition of "dude, pissed"
dad dude's pissed too
Not to mention genuinely a the new gill hue
Still any last strafing watchmen
til the taketh waiting as an option

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 green 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 and terrified ofa plant"

Less toes in a tide pool
More like, left, right, poached from notable Kaiju
Fat neck, fine tooth, and lean, yelling
"this ends now eat the god beans!" ah!
Hangdog mouth slang wrong and that there's flatware exhumed by a crane arm
for some action
Stab one ripe for a and extraction
Brined in
Carried to the yap and obliged access
If only in compliance a deep-fried fascist, peep
Literally bite down
And my tongue get a from my uninvited guts
Pointer finger 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 doorjust
Kids on dirt bikes asking you to bunny-hop the Really?
Yup I told em "oh he busy, he at his green beans being a total pussy

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