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

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