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