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
seat 4, squeeze 5, each one
May not be excused from the til the green gone
Stomach revvin up an episodic
a dissipating plume of smoke when you need one?
Chris and Graham hate em too but advocate a braver chew invented for the red, cola chaser, nose held, gulp!
Moments later 2 have been
Leaving me the and the legume police
Going "freeze, you with the 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 bikes asking 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"

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

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

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

Less like in a tide pool
like, left, right, poached from notable giant Kaiju
Fat neck, fine tooth, and lean, yelling
"this ends now eat the god beans!" ah!
Hangdog mouth talk slang wrong and that there's exhumed by a crane arm
Time for action
Stab one ripe for a and extraction
Brined in
Carried to the cavernous yap and obliged
If only in with a deep-fried fascist, peep
Literally down once
And my tongue get a from my uninvited guts
Pointer plug a hole in the damn
Ma notice, "ok gross, dinner's over, go spit", pop "bullshit"
of my brothers 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 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"