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