Luyện nghe bài hát Grace

Ian why you say grace
"dear god thanks, and if you me vegetables would be extinct"
Now I'm looking down the barrel of a string-bean like an exodus of biblical proportion redefined
Rectangle seat 4, 5, each one
May not be excused from the table til the gone
Stomach revvin up an rerun
Where's a plume of smoke when you need one?
Chris and Graham hate em too but advocate a braver chew invented for the code red, cola chaser, held, gulp!
Moments later 2 been released
Leaving me the legroom and the police
Going "freeze, you the pretzeled arms
Send your fabricated nausea my best
And know this kitchen as a til the pea pods die
I sit here all night"
So I

Who was at the now?
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
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"

Blink Twice if you are being held
I speak and spell ofa sleeper cell in the
Woke, impersonating busy little
That intimately between the hiccuping up of feathers
Pick a dish
A portion canned
Frozen or
Defies the glory Poultry or fish
Via bloodletting that rupture spud levy
No '87 supper-scape was flood-friendly, ever
Including at your basic cemetery for contaminated textures 60 minutes never
Where room temp emanate a crude black mist
To a rendition of "dude, pissed"
dad dude's pissed too
Not to mention genuinely brandishing a the new hue
Still any last strafing watchmen
til the taketh 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 doorjust
Kids on skateboards asking you to navigate the claymores
Yup, I told em "oh he can't, he in the kitchen and terrified ofa plant"

Less toes in a tide pool
More like, left, right, poached from giant Kaiju
Fat neck, tooth, rock and lean, yelling
"this ends now eat the god beans!" ah!
Hangdog mouth talk slang and that there's flatware exhumed by a crane arm
Time for action
Stab one ripe for a and extraction
in malpractice
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
finger plug a hole in the damn
Ma notice, "ok gross, over, go spit", pop call "bullshit"
Both of my brothers break in, "he's on his Davie Hogan no mistaken", by the way

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 beans being a pussy

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