Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage

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

Garbage, garbage, garbage....

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

Mr. Thompson starts his Cadillac, he winds it down the track,
friends and neighbors in a hydro-carbon haze.
He's joined by lots of cars all sending gases to the stars.
it forms a seething cloud where it hangs for forty days.
And the sun beats into it,
With an tongue.
Turns it into
And then it in our lungs oh...
(garbage, garbage.....)

We're up the skies with garbage......
What will we do when there's left to breathe
But garbage.......

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

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