Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Dishes

Mama "Supper time,
And don't make me you twice
Wash your hands and your face.
The table's no place for toys,
And try to use inside voice,
Don't dig in we say Grace."
So we put down our and bowed our heads
And then she the strangest prayer ever said:

"I thank You Lord,
For children and slamming doors,
And scattered all over the floor,
My husband all the time,
in dead tired at night,
My ending messy kitchen
And dishes."

We all got real and quiet,
And asked "Honey, you alright?"
She said, "Dear, nothing wrong,
kids are happy kids,
And slamming doors just we live,
In a warm and home,
Your long hours and dishes in the sink,
a job and enough to eat.

So I'm gonna You Lord,
For children and slamming doors,
And clothes all over the floor,
My husband all the time,
Draggin' in dead at night,
My never ending messy

For my busy bees
Beggin' mama, mama can you
Always wantin' me to their name
of laundry pilin' up
Crayons crushed into the
And those sticky kisses
And dishes,
And dishes...