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

Oh Sahra Cynthia Sylvia 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 scream and shout
She simply not take the garbage out
And so it up to the ceilings coffee grounds potato peelings
bananas and rotten peas chunks of sour cottage cheese
It filled the can it covered the floor it the windows and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones drippy 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 toast gristly bits of beefy
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 from old baloney blubbry macaroni
Peanut butter caced and dry off milk and crusts of pie
Ridy dried up mustard eggs shells mixed with lemon custard
french fries and rancid 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 would come to play and all the neighbors moved
And finally Sahra Cynthia Sylvia said okay I'll take the garbage out
But then of it was too late the garbage reached across the state
From New York to the Gate and there in the garbage she did hate
Sahra met an awful fate then I cannot right now relate
Because the hour is too late
But children remember Sylvia Stout and always the garbage out