Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage

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

Garbage, garbage, garbage....

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

Mr. starts his Cadillac, he winds it down the freeway track,
Leaving and neighbors in a hydro-carbon haze.
joined by lots of smaller cars all sending gases to the stars.
There it forms a seething where it hangs for forty days.
And the sun beats down it,
an ultra-violet tongue.
Turns it smog
And it settles in our lungs oh...
(garbage, garbage.....)

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

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

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