Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage

Mr. Thompson calls the waiter, orders steak and potaters,
He leaves the and gristle and he never 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 like it are converging on the bay. Oh.....

Garbage, garbage, garbage....

filling up our seas with garbage (garbage, garbage...)
What we do when there's no place left to put all the garbage (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 lots of smaller cars all sending to the stars.
There it forms a seething cloud where it for forty days.
And the sun beats into it,
an ultra-violet tongue.
Turns it into
And then it settles in our oh...
(garbage, garbage.....)

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

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

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