Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage

Mr. Thompson calls the waiter, orders steak and 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 grounds and sardine 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 up our seas with garbage (garbage, garbage...)
What will we do when there's no 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 cars all gases to the stars.
There it forms a cloud where it hangs for forty days.
And the sun down into it,
an ultra-violet tongue.
Turns it into
And then it settles in our oh...
(garbage, garbage.....)

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

Getting home and taking off his shoes, he settles with the news,
While the kids do with the TV in one ear.
While for the thousandth time sells talking dolls and conquers crime,
Dutilly 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 to watch the All-Star Bingo game oh
Garbage, garbage, garbage.....
We're filling up our with garbage......

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