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 dishes and scrub the pans cook the 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 ceilings coffee grounds potato
Brown and rotten peas chunks of sour cottage cheese
It filled the can it covered the floor it cracked the windows and blocked the
With rinds and chicken bones drippy ends of icecream cones
Prone pits peach orange peel gloppy glumps of cold oat meal
Pizza crust and greens soggy beans and tangerines
Crust of black burned buttered toast gristly of beefy roast
The garbage rolled on down the it raised the roof it broke the walls
I mean napkins cookie crumbs blobs of gooey bubble gum
Cellophane from old rubber blubbry macaroni
Peanut caced and dry curdled off milk and crusts of pie
Ridy melons dried up mustard eggs shells mixed with lemon
Cold french fries and rancid meat yellow lumps of of wheat
Uuh at last the garbage reached so high that finally it the sky
And none of her friends would come to and all the neighbors moved away
And finally Sahra Cynthia Sylvia Stout said okay take 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 she did hate
Poor Sahra met an awful fate then I cannot now relate
the hour is much too late
But remember Sylvia Stout and always take the garbage out