Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Sarah Cynthia Stout
Would not the garbage out
scour the pots and scrap the pans
Candy the and spice the hams
And though her daddy scream and shout
She would not take the garbage out
And so it up to the ceilings
grounds, potato peelings
Brown bananas, peas
of sour cottage cheese
It filled the can it covered the
It cracked the and blocked the door
With rinds and chicken bones
ends of ice cream cones
Prunes pits, peach pits, peel
Gloppy of cold oatmeal
Pizza crusts and greens
Soggy beans and
Crusts of black burned toast
Grisly bits of roast
The garbage on down the hall
It raised the roof, it broke the
Greesy napkins, crumbs
Glops of bubble gum
Celaphane from bologna
Rubbery blubbery
butter caked and dry
Curdled and crusts of pie
melons, dried up mustard
Egg shells mixed with lemon
Cold french fries and meat
lumps of cream-of-wheat
At last the garbage so high
finally it touched the sky
All the neighbors moved
And none of her friends would come to
And finally Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Said "Okay, I'll take the out"
of course it was too late
The garbage reached across the
From New York to the Gate
And in the garbage she did hate
Poor Sarah met an awful
That I cannot now relate
Because the hour is much to
The children Sarah Stout
And always take the garbage out