Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage

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

Garbage, garbage, garbage....

We're filling up our seas 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 cars all sending gases to the stars.
There it forms a seething cloud where it hangs for days.
And the sun beats down it,
With an tongue.
Turns it smog
And then it in our lungs oh...
(garbage, garbage.....)

We're up the skies 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,
the kids do homework with the TV in one ear.
While Superman for the thousandth time sells talking and conquers crime,
Dutilly they learn the date of birth of Revere.
And a piece in the paper about the mayor's middle name.
He gets it in time to watch the All-Star Bingo game oh
Garbage, garbage, garbage.....
We're filling up our with garbage......

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