Luyện nghe bài hát Griselda

Griselda is greedy, I'm to say.
She isn't with four meals a day,
Like breakfast and dinner and and tea
(I've had to put tea after see
Why, you?)
is greedy as greedy can be.

She about the larder
For sundry supplies,
She breaks the little crusty
Off rims of pies,
She the roast-potato-dish
When Sunday done,
And if there are two in it
snitches one;
Cold chicken and cauliflower
She pulls in little
And when calls:
"What are you there?"
bunks.

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

She slips to the dining-room
When in bed,
For on the supper-tray,
And buttered of bread,
A biscuit the biscuit-box,
sugar from the bowl,
A gherkin the pickle-jar,
Are all toll;
She tastes the almonds,
And she tries the fruits-
And when Dad
"Who is it below?"
scoots.

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