Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Sarah Sylvia Stout
Would not the garbage out
She'd the pots and scrap the pans
the yams and spice the hams
And though her daddy would scream and
She simply would not the garbage out
And so it up to the ceilings
Coffee grounds, potato
Brown bananas, rottens
Chunks of sour cottage
It the can it covered the floor
It cracked the and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and bones
ends of ice cream cones
Prunes pits, peach pits, peel
Gloppy of cold oatmeal
crusts and withered greens
Soggy beans and
Crusts of black butter toast
Grisly bits of roast
The rolled on down the hall
It raised the roof, it the wall
napkins, cookie crumbs
Glops of gooey gum
Celaphane from bologna
Rubbery blubbery
Peanut butter and dry
milk and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, up mustard
Egg shells with lemon custard
Cold french fries and meat
Yellow of cream-of-wheat
At last the garbage reached so
That it touched the sky
All the moved away
And of her friends would come to play
And finally Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Said "Okay, take the garbage out"
Then of course it was too
The garbage reached the state
From New York to the Gate
And there in the she did hate
Poor met an awful fate
I cannot right now relate
Because the hour is to late
The children remember Sarah
And always take the yummy out