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 down the barrel of a string-bean side an exodus of biblical proportion redefined
seat 4, squeeze 5, each one
May not be excused the table til the green gone
Stomach revvin up an episodic
Where's a dissipating of smoke when you need one?
Chris and Graham hate em too but advocate a chew invented for the code red, cola chaser, nose held, gulp!
Moments later 2 have been
me the legroom and the legume 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 doorjust
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 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"

Blink Twice if you are held hostage
I speak and spell ofa sleeper in the hospice
Woke, busy little helpers
intimately purr between the hiccuping up of feathers
Pick a porcelain
A single canned
or fresh
Defies the glory Poultry or fish
Via communal that rupture spud levy
No '87 was truly flood-friendly, ever
at your basic cemetery for contaminated textures 60 minutes into never
Where temp heirlooms emanate a crude black mist
To a of "dude, dad's pissed"
dad dude's pissed 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 doorjust
Kids on dirt bikes asking you to the curbsides Really?
Yup I told em "oh he busy, he staring at his green 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 and terrified ofa plant"

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

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

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