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 the dishes and scrub the pans cook the yams and spice the hams
And though her parents scream and shout
She would not take the garbage out
And so it piled up to the ceilings coffee grounds potato
Brown bananas and rotten peas of sour cottage cheese
It the can it covered the floor it cracked the windows and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones drippy ends of icecream
Prone pits peach pits orange peel gloppy glumps of cold oat
Pizza crust and withered greens soggy 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 blobs of gooey bubble gum
Cellophane old baloney rubber blubbry macaroni
Peanut butter caced and dry off milk and crusts of pie
Ridy melons dried up mustard shells mixed with lemon custard
Cold french fries and meat yellow lumps of cream of wheat
Uuh at last the garbage reached so 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 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 Gate and there in the she did hate
Poor Sahra met an awful then I cannot right now relate
Because the hour is too late
But children Sylvia Stout and always take the garbage out