Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage

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

Garbage, garbage, garbage....

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

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

We're filling up the 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 homework the TV in one ear.
While Superman for the time sells talking dolls and conquers crime,
Dutilly they learn the date of birth of Revere.
And there's a piece in the about the mayor's middle name.
He gets it read in time to watch the 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 left to
And nothing left to watch?
And there's nothing to touch?
And there's nothing to walk about?
And nothing left to about?
Nothing to see?
And nothing to be but....
Garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage........