Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia
Would not the garbage out
scour the pots and scrap the pans
Candy the and spice the hams
And though her daddy would and shout
She simply would not take the out
And so it pulled up to the
grounds, potato peelings
Brown bananas, peas
Chunks of sour cheese
It filled the can it covered the
It cracked the window and the door
With rinds and chicken bones
Drippy ends of ice cream
pits, peach pits, orange peel
Gloppy glumps of oatmeal
Pizza crusts and withered
Soggy and tangerines
Crusts of black butter toast
Grisly of beefy roast
The garbage on down the hall
It raised the roof, it the wall
Greesy napkins, cookie
Glops of gooey gum
Celaphane from green
Rubbery blubbery
butter caked and dry
Curdled and crusts of pie
melons, dried up mustard
Egg mixed with lemon custard
Cold fries and rancid meat
lumps of cream-of-wheat
At last the garbage reached so
finally it touched the sky
All the moved away
And none of her would come to play
And finally Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Said "Okay, I'll the garbage out"
Then of it was too late
The garbage reached the state
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 is much to late
The children remember Stout
And always take the garbage out