Luyện nghe bài hát Grace

Ian why don't you say
"dear god thanks, and if you loved me vegetables be extinct"
Now I'm looking down the barrel of a string-bean side like an exodus of biblical redefined
Rectangle seat 4, 5, each one
May not be excused from the til the green gone
Stomach revvin up an episodic
Where's a dissipating plume of when you need one?
Chris and Graham hate em too but advocate a braver chew invented for the code red, cola chaser, held, gulp!
later 2 have been released
Leaving me the legroom and the police
Going "freeze, you with the arms
Send your fabricated 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 now?
on dirt bikes asking you to bunny-hop the curbsides Really?
Yup I told em "oh he busy, he at his green beans being 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 kitchen pouting and ofa plant"

Blink Twice if you are being held
I speak and spell ofa sleeper cell in the
Woke, impersonating busy helpers
intimately purr between the hiccuping up of feathers
Pick a dish
A single canned
Frozen or
Defies the glory Poultry or fish
Via communal bloodletting that rupture levy
No '87 supper-scape was flood-friendly, ever
Including at your basic cemetery for contaminated 60 minutes into never
room temp heirlooms emanate a crude black mist
To a rendition of "dude, pissed"
Tell dad pissed too
Not to mention genuinely brandishing a the new hue
Still out-mule any strafing watchmen
til the lord waiting as an option

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 beans being a total pussy

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

Less like in a tide 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 wrong and that there's flatware exhumed by a arm
Time for some
one ripe for a swipe and extraction
Brined in
Carried to the cavernous yap and obliged
If only in compliance with a fascist, peep
bite down once
And my tongue get a flooding my uninvited guts
Pointer plug a hole in the damn
Ma notice, "ok gross, dinner's over, go spit", pop "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 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 asking you to navigate the claymores Really?
Yup, I told em "oh he can't, he in the kitchen pouting and ofa plant"