Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage

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

Garbage, garbage, garbage....

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

Mr. Thompson his Cadillac, he winds it down the freeway track,
Leaving friends and in a hydro-carbon haze.
He's joined by of smaller cars all sending gases to the stars.
There it a seething cloud where it hangs for forty days.
And the sun down into it,
With an tongue.
it into smog
And then it settles in our oh...
(garbage, garbage.....)

We're filling up the skies garbage......
What will we do when nothing left to breathe
But garbage.......

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

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