Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage

Mr. Thompson the waiter, orders steak and baked potaters,
He leaves the bone and and he never eats the skin.
The comes and takes it, with a cough contaminates it.
Throws it in a can with grounds and sardine tins.
And the truck comes by on Friday, and it all away.
And a thousand trucks just it are converging on the bay. Oh.....

Garbage, garbage, garbage....

We're filling up our seas with (garbage, garbage...)
What will we do there's no place left to put all the garbage (garbage, garbage......)

Mr. Thompson starts his Cadillac, he winds it the freeway track,
Leaving and neighbors in a hydro-carbon haze.
joined by lots of smaller cars all sending gases to the stars.
There it forms a seething cloud where it hangs for days.
And the sun beats down it,
an ultra-violet tongue.
Turns it smog
And it settles in our lungs oh...
(garbage, garbage.....)

We're up the skies with garbage......
What we do when there's nothing left to breathe
But garbage.......

home and taking off his shoes, he settles with the evening news,
While the kids do homework the TV in one ear.
While Superman for the thousandth time sells dolls and conquers crime,
Dutilly they learn the date of of Paul Revere.
And a piece in the paper about the mayor's middle name.
He gets it read in to watch the All-Star Bingo game oh
Garbage, garbage, garbage.....
We're filling up our minds garbage......

What will we do when there's nothing left to
And nothing left to need?
And there's nothing to watch?
And nothing left to touch?
And there's nothing to walk about?
And nothing left to about?
left to see?
And nothing to be but....
Garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage........