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 an exodus of biblical proportion redefined
seat 4, squeeze 5, each one
May not be from the table til the green gone
Stomach revvin up an episodic
Where's a dissipating plume of smoke you need one?
Chris and Graham hate em too but advocate a braver invented for the code red, cola chaser, nose held, gulp!
later 2 have been released
Leaving me the legroom and the police
Going "freeze, you the pretzeled arms
Send your fabricated nausea my regards
And know kitchen as a prison til the pea pods die
I sit here all night"
So I

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?
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"

Blink if you are being held hostage
I speak and ofa sleeper cell in the hospice
Woke, impersonating busy helpers
That intimately purr between the up of feathers
a porcelain dish
A single portion
Frozen or
the glory ofthe Poultry or fish
Via communal bloodletting that rupture spud
No '87 supper-scape was truly flood-friendly,
Including at your basic cemetery for contaminated 60 minutes into never
Where room temp heirlooms a crude black mist
To a rendition of "dude, pissed"
Tell dad pissed too
Not to genuinely brandishing a the new gill hue
Still out-mule any last 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 green beans 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 kitchen pouting and ofa plant"

Less like toes in a pool
More like, left, right, poached from notable giant
Fat neck, tooth, rock and lean, yelling
"this now eat the god damn 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 cavernous yap and access
If only in compliance with a fascist, peep
Literally down once
And my tongue get a flooding from my uninvited
Pointer finger plug a hole in the
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 now?
Kids on dirt bikes asking you to bunny-hop the curbsides
Yup I em "oh he busy, he staring 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 kitchen and terrified ofa plant"