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 girl
As she slaps the away

on my plate, so hungry I ate
Poison on my plate, so
I feel, the steel,
Our open wide
We sharpen our teeth, and our jaws
We the hand that feed us

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

Poison on my plate, so I ate
Poison on my plate, so
The lies, wears thin
The fasting
The of chairs, cutlery screams
When may we leave the ?