Luyện nghe bài hát Grace

Ian why don't you say
"dear god thanks, and if you loved me vegetables be extinct"
Now I'm looking down the of a string-bean side like an exodus of biblical proportion redefined
Rectangle seat 4, 5, each one
May not be excused from the table til the green
Stomach revvin up an episodic
Where's a dissipating 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 and the legume police
Going "freeze, you the pretzeled arms
Send your fabricated nausea my best
And know kitchen as a prison til the pea pods die
I could sit all night"
So I

Who was at the doorjust
on dirt bikes asking you to bunny-hop the curbsides Really?
Yup I em "oh he busy, he staring at his green beans being a total pussy

Who was at the now?
Kids on skateboards asking you to navigate the Really?
Yup, I told em "oh he can't, he in the pouting and terrified ofa plant"

Blink Twice if you are held hostage
I speak and spell ofa cell in the hospice
Woke, impersonating busy helpers
That intimately purr between the hiccuping up of
Pick a dish
A single canned
or fresh
Defies the ofthe Poultry or fish
Via communal that rupture spud levy
No '87 supper-scape was flood-friendly, ever
Including at your basic for contaminated textures 60 minutes into never
Where room temp emanate a crude black mist
To a of "dude, dad's pissed"
dad dude's pissed too
Not to mention genuinely brandishing a the new hue
out-mule any last strafing watchmen
til the taketh waiting as an option

Who was at the now?
on dirt bikes asking you to bunny-hop the curbsides Really?
Yup I told em "oh he busy, he staring at his green beans being a total

Who was at the doorjust
Kids on skateboards asking you to navigate the Really?
Yup, I told em "oh he can't, he in the kitchen and terrified ofa plant"

Less like in a tide pool
like, left, right, poached from notable giant Kaiju
Fat neck, tooth, rock and lean, yelling
"this ends now eat the god beans!" ah!
Hangdog mouth talk wrong and that there's flatware exhumed by a crane arm
for some action
Stab one ripe for a swipe and
Brined in
Carried to the yap and obliged access
If only in compliance with a deep-fried fascist,
bite down once
And my tongue get a flooding from my uninvited
Pointer plug a hole in the damn
Ma notice, "ok gross, over, go spit", pop call "bullshit"
Both of my break in, like "he's on his Davie Hogan no mistaken", by the way

Who was at the now?
Kids on dirt bikes asking you to the curbsides Really?
Yup I em "oh he busy, he staring at his green beans being a total 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 pouting and terrified ofa plant"