Luyện nghe bài hát Grace

Ian why you say grace
"dear god thanks, and if you me vegetables would be extinct"
Now I'm looking down the barrel of a side like an exodus of biblical proportion redefined
Rectangle seat 4, 5, each one
May not be from the table til the green gone
Stomach revvin up an episodic
Where's a dissipating plume of smoke when you need
Chris and Graham em too but advocate 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
"freeze, you with the pretzeled arms
Send your fabricated nausea my best
And this kitchen as a prison til the pea pods die
I could sit all night"
So I

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

Who was at the now?
on skateboards asking you to navigate the claymores 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 little helpers
That purr between the hiccuping up of feathers
Pick a porcelain
A single canned
or fresh
Defies the glory ofthe or fish
Via communal bloodletting that rupture levy
No '87 supper-scape was truly flood-friendly,
Including at your basic cemetery for contaminated textures 60 minutes never
room temp heirlooms emanate a crude black mist
To a of "dude, dad's pissed"
Tell dad dude's too
Not to mention brandishing a the new gill hue
Still out-mule any last watchmen
til the lord taketh as an option

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

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

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

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

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