Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Sarah Sylvia Stout
not take the garbage out
She'd scour the pots and scrap the
Candy the yams and the hams
And though her daddy scream and shout
She simply would not take the out
And so it up to the ceilings
Coffee grounds, potato
bananas, rottens peas
Chunks of sour cottage
It the can it covered the floor
It the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken
Drippy ends of ice cream
Prunes pits, peach pits, peel
Gloppy of cold oatmeal
Pizza and withered greens
Soggy and tangerines
Crusts of black butter toast
bits of beefy roast
The rolled on down the hall
It raised the roof, it the wall
Greesy napkins, cookie
of gooey bubble gum
Celaphane from bologna
Rubbery macaroni
Peanut butter and dry
Curdled and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, dried up
Egg shells with lemon custard
Cold french fries and rancid
lumps of cream-of-wheat
At last the garbage so high
That finally it the sky
All the neighbors away
And none of her friends would come to
And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout
"Okay, I'll take the garbage out"
Then of course it was too
The garbage across the state
From New York to the Gate
And there in the she did hate
Poor met an awful fate
That I cannot right now
Because the hour is to late
The remember Sarah Stout
And always take the yummy out