Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Sarah Sylvia Stout
Would not take the out
She'd the pots and scrap the pans
Candy the yams and the hams
And though her would scream and shout
She simply not take the garbage out
And so it up to the ceilings
Coffee grounds, peelings
Brown bananas, peas
Chunks of cottage cheese
It filled the can it the floor
It cracked the window and blocked the
With bacon rinds and chicken
ends of ice cream cones
Prunes pits, pits, orange peel
Gloppy of cold oatmeal
Pizza and withered greens
Soggy beans and
Crusts of black burned butter
Grisly bits of beefy
The garbage on down the hall
It raised the roof, it broke the
Greesy napkins, cookie
Glops of gooey gum
Celaphane green bologna
blubbery macaroni
Peanut butter and dry
milk and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, up mustard
Egg shells mixed lemon custard
french fries and rancid meat
Yellow of cream-of-wheat
At last the garbage so high
That finally it the sky
All the moved away
And none of her friends come to play
And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout
Said "Okay, I'll the garbage out"
Then of course it was too
The garbage reached across the
From New to the Golden 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 children Sarah Stout
And always take the yummy out