Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Sarah Sylvia Stout
not take the garbage out
She'd scour the and scrap the pans
Candy the yams and spice the
And though her daddy would scream and
She simply not take the garbage out
And so it up to the ceilings
Coffee grounds, peelings
bananas, rottens peas
Chunks of cottage cheese
It the can it covered the floor
It cracked the window and blocked the
With bacon rinds and bones
ends of ice cream cones
Prunes pits, peach pits, orange
Gloppy glumps of oatmeal
Pizza and withered greens
Soggy beans and
Crusts of black burned toast
Grisly of beefy roast
The garbage rolled on down the
It the roof, it broke the wall
Greesy napkins, crumbs
Glops of gooey gum
Celaphane from green
Rubbery macaroni
Peanut butter and dry
Curdled milk and of pie
Moldy melons, dried up
Egg shells with lemon custard
Cold french fries and rancid
Yellow lumps of
At the garbage reached so high
finally it touched the sky
All the neighbors moved
And none of her friends would come to
And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout
Said "Okay, I'll the garbage out"
Then of course it was too
The garbage across 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 hour is much to
The remember Sarah Stout
And always take the garbage out