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

Oh Sahra Cynthia Stout would not take the garbage out
She'd wash the and scrub the pans cook the yams and spice the hams
And though her would scream and shout
She would not take the garbage out
And so it piled up to the ceilings coffee grounds potato
Brown and rotten peas chunks of sour cottage cheese
It the can it covered the floor it cracked the windows and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones ends of icecream cones
Prone pits peach pits orange peel gloppy glumps of cold oat
Pizza crust and withered greens beans and tangerines
Crust of black burned buttered toast gristly bits of roast
The rolled on down 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 off milk and crusts of pie
Ridy melons up mustard eggs shells mixed with lemon custard
Cold french fries and rancid meat yellow lumps of cream of
Uuh at last the garbage reached so high that it touched the sky
And none of her friends would come to and all the neighbors moved away
And finally Sahra Cynthia 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 met an awful fate then I cannot right now relate
Because the is much too late
But children Sylvia Stout and always take the garbage out