Luyện nghe bài hát Sahra Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out

Oh Sahra Cynthia Sylvia Stout would not take the out
wash the dishes and scrub the pans cook the yams and spice the hams
And though her parents scream and shout
She would not take the garbage out
And so it up to the ceilings coffee grounds potato peelings
Brown bananas and rotten chunks of sour cottage cheese
It filled the can it covered the floor it cracked the and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones ends of icecream cones
Prone pits peach pits orange gloppy glumps of cold oat meal
Pizza crust and withered greens soggy and tangerines
Crust of black burned buttered toast gristly bits of roast
The garbage rolled on the hall it raised the roof it broke the walls
I mean greesy napkins cookie blobs of gooey bubble gum
Cellophane from old baloney rubber blubbry
Peanut butter caced and dry curdled off milk and of pie
Ridy melons dried up mustard eggs shells mixed with custard
Cold french fries and rancid meat yellow of cream of wheat
Uuh at last the garbage reached so high that finally it the sky
And none of her friends would come to and all the neighbors moved away
And Sahra Cynthia Sylvia Stout said okay I'll take the garbage out
But then of course it was too late the garbage reached the state
New York to the Golden Gate and there in the garbage she did hate
Poor Sahra met an awful fate then I right now relate
Because the hour is much too
But children remember Sylvia Stout and always take the out