Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Sarah Cynthia Stout
not take the garbage out
She'd scour the pots and scrap the
Candy the yams and spice the
And though her daddy would scream and
She simply would not the garbage out
And so it pulled up to the
grounds, potato peelings
Brown bananas, rottens
Chunks of sour cottage
It filled the can it covered the
It cracked the and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and bones
Drippy ends of ice cream
Prunes pits, pits, orange peel
glumps of cold oatmeal
Pizza crusts and withered
beans and tangerines
Crusts of black burned toast
Grisly bits of beefy
The rolled on down the hall
It raised the roof, it broke the
Greesy napkins, cookie
of gooey bubble gum
Celaphane green bologna
Rubbery blubbery
Peanut butter and dry
Curdled milk and of pie
Moldy melons, up mustard
Egg shells mixed with custard
french fries and rancid meat
Yellow lumps of
At last the reached so high
finally it touched the sky
All the neighbors moved
And none of her friends come to play
And finally Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Said "Okay, take 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 met an awful fate
That I cannot right now
the hour is much to late
The children Sarah Stout
And always take the garbage out