Dirty Dishes - Scotty McCreery (斯考迪-迈克克里瑞) Mama hollers supper time And don't make me tell you twice Wash your hands and wipe your face The table's no place for your toys And try to use your inside voice Don't dig in 'til we say Grace So we put down our forks and bowed our heads And then she prayed the strangest prayer ever said I wanna thank you Lord For noisy children and slamming doors And clothes scattered all over the floor My husband workin' all the time Draggin' in dead tired at night My never ending messy kitchen And dirty dishes We all got real still and quiet And daddy asked Honey you alright She said dear ain't nothing wrong Noisy kids are happy kids And slamming doors just means we live In a warm and loving home Your long hours and those dishes in the sink Means a job and enough to eat So I'm gonna thank you Lord For noisy children and slamming doors And clothes编辑于2021/04/18更新