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 and scrub the pans cook the yams and spice the hams
And though her would scream and shout
She simply would not take the out
And so it piled up to the ceilings coffee grounds peelings
bananas and rotten peas chunks of sour cottage cheese
It filled the can it covered the floor it cracked the windows and blocked the
With bacon rinds and chicken bones drippy ends of cones
pits peach pits orange peel gloppy glumps of cold oat meal
Pizza and withered greens soggy 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 crumbs of gooey bubble gum
Cellophane from old baloney rubber blubbry
Peanut butter and dry curdled off milk and crusts of pie
Ridy melons dried up eggs shells mixed with lemon custard
Cold french fries and meat yellow lumps of cream of wheat
Uuh at last the reached so high that finally it touched the sky
And none of her friends come to play and all the neighbors moved away
And finally Sahra Cynthia Sylvia said okay I'll take the garbage out
But then of course it was too late the garbage 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 right now relate
Because the hour is much too
But children remember Sylvia and always take the garbage out