Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage

Mr. Thompson calls the waiter, orders and baked potaters,
He leaves the bone and gristle and he never the skin.
The busboy comes and takes it, a cough contaminates it.
Throws it in a can with grounds 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 up our seas with garbage (garbage, garbage...)
What will we do there's no place left to put all the garbage (garbage, garbage......)

Mr. Thompson starts his Cadillac, he winds it the freeway track,
friends and neighbors in a hydro-carbon haze.
He's joined by lots of smaller cars all gases to the stars.
it forms a seething cloud where it hangs 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 when there's nothing left to
But garbage.......

Getting home and taking off his shoes, he settles with the news,
While the kids do homework the TV in one ear.
While for the thousandth time 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 middle name.
He gets it read in to watch the All-Star Bingo game oh
Garbage, garbage, garbage.....
filling up our minds with garbage......

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