Luyện nghe bài hát Grace

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

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 being a pussy

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"

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

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 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, fine tooth, rock and lean,
"this ends now eat the god beans!" ah!
Hangdog talk slang wrong and that there's flatware exhumed by a crane arm
Time for some
Stab one for a swipe and extraction
in malpractice
Carried to the yap and obliged access
If only in with a deep-fried fascist, peep
Literally down once
And my get a flooding from my uninvited guts
Pointer finger plug a in the damn
Ma notice, "ok gross, dinner's over, go spit", pop "bullshit"
Both of my brothers break in, "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 Really?
Yup I told em "oh he busy, he staring at his green beans being a total

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 kitchen and terrified ofa plant"