Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage

Mr. Thompson calls the waiter, steak and baked potaters,
He leaves the bone and gristle and he eats the skin.
The busboy comes and takes it, a cough contaminates it.
Throws it in a can with coffee and sardine tins.
And the comes by on Friday, and carts it all away.
And a thousand trucks just it are converging on the bay. Oh.....

Garbage, garbage, garbage....

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

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

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

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

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