Luyện nghe bài hát Griselda

Griselda is greedy, I'm to say.
She contented with four meals a day,
Like breakfast and and supper and tea
(I've had to put tea after see
Why, you?)
Griselda is as greedy can be.

She snoops about the
For sundry supplies,
She the little crusty bits
Off of apple pies,
She the roast-potato-dish
When dinner's done,
And if there are two in it
Griselda one;
Cold chicken and cauliflower
She pulls in chunks-
And when calls:
"What are you there?"
bunks.

Griselda is greedy. Well, how she feels,
She simply can't eating in-between meals,
And always what it's leading to, though
The Doctor has told her: "You know
Why, you?"
When the starts and Griselda says:
"Oh!"

She down to the dining-room
everyone's in bed,
For on the supper-tray,
And crusts of bread,
A biscuit the biscuit-box,
sugar from the bowl,
A gherkin the pickle-jar,
Are all toll;
She the salted almonds,
And she tries the fruits-
And Dad shouts:
"Who is it below?"
scoots.

Griselda is greedy. Her scold,
And her how sorry she'll be when she's old,
She will her complexion, she's sure to grow fat,
She will spoil her she know what she's at?-
(Why do they?)
Some people are greedy. it at that.