Luyện nghe bài hát Suppertime

Innocence, smiles in the
As a grey man, her hair
"sweets for a pretty ? "
But she's not such a silly
As she the hand away

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

He grows to be big and
Eats the vegetables, joins family
The ignorance he
Helps the go down
Helps the stale taste nicer

on my plate, so hungry I ate
Poison on my plate, so
The lies, disguise thin
The begins
The of chairs, cutlery screams
When may we the table ?