Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage

Mr. Thompson the waiter, orders steak and baked potaters,
He leaves the bone and and he never eats the skin.
The busboy and takes it, with a cough contaminates it.
Throws it in a can with coffee grounds and tins.
And the truck comes by on Friday, and it all away.
And a thousand trucks just like it are 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 friends and in a hydro-carbon haze.
He's joined by of smaller cars all sending gases to the stars.
There it forms a cloud where it hangs for forty days.
And the sun down into it,
With an tongue.
Turns it into
And then it in our lungs oh...
(garbage, garbage.....)

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

Getting home and off his shoes, he settles with the evening news,
the kids do homework with the TV in one ear.
While Superman for the thousandth sells talking dolls and conquers crime,
Dutilly they the date of birth of Paul Revere.
And there's a piece in the paper about the middle name.
He gets it read in time to watch the Bingo game oh
Garbage, garbage, garbage.....
We're up our minds 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 nothing left to
And nothing left to walk about?
And nothing to talk about?
Nothing left to
And left to be but....
Garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage........