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 the barrel of a string-bean side like an exodus of biblical proportion redefined
Rectangle 4, squeeze 5, each one
May not be from the table til the green gone
revvin up an episodic rerun
Where's a dissipating plume of when you need one?
Chris and hate em too but advocate a braver chew invented for the code red, cola chaser, nose held, gulp!
later 2 have been released
Leaving me the legroom and the legume
Going "freeze, you the pretzeled arms
Send your fabricated nausea my best
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 asking you to bunny-hop the 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 kitchen pouting and ofa plant"

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

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

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

like toes in a tide pool
More like, left, right, from notable giant Kaiju
Fat neck, tooth, rock and lean, yelling
"this ends now eat the god beans!" ah!
Hangdog mouth talk wrong and that there's flatware exhumed 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 compliance with a deep-fried fascist,
Literally bite once
And my get a flooding from my uninvited guts
Pointer finger a hole in the damn
Ma notice, "ok gross, over, go spit", pop call "bullshit"
of my brothers break in, like "he's on his Davie Hogan no mistaken", by the way

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 being a total

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 pouting and ofa plant"