Luyện nghe bài hát Suppertime

Innocence, smiles in the
As a man, touches her hair
"sweets for a pretty ? "
But not such a silly girl
As she slaps the away

Poison on my plate, so I ate
on my plate, so hungry
I feel, the steel,
Our mouths wide
We sharpen our teeth, and flexing our
We bite the that feed us

He grows to be big and
the vegetables, joins their family
The ignorance he
Helps the medicine go
Helps the stale untruths taste

Poison on my plate, so I ate
on my plate, so hungry
The lies, disguise wears
The fasting
The scraping of chairs, cutlery
may we leave the table ?