Luyện nghe bài hát Griselda

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

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

Griselda is greedy. Well, how she feels,
She simply can't eating in-between meals,
And always forgets it's leading to, though
The has frequently told her: "You know
Why, you?"
When the stomach-ache 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,
Lump sugar the bowl,
A from the pickle-jar,
Are all toll;
She the salted almonds,
And she tries the candied
And Dad shouts:
"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, she's sure to fat,
She will spoil her she know what she's at?-
(Why do they?)
Some people are greedy. it at that.