Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Sarah Cynthia Stout
Would not take the out
She'd scour the and scrap the pans
the yams and spice the hams
And her daddy would scream and shout
She would not take the garbage out
And so it pulled up to the
Coffee grounds, peelings
Brown bananas, rottens
Chunks of cottage cheese
It filled the can it the floor
It cracked the and blocked the door
With rinds and chicken bones
Drippy of ice cream cones
Prunes pits, peach pits, orange
glumps of cold oatmeal
Pizza crusts and greens
Soggy beans and
Crusts of burned butter toast
Grisly bits of roast
The garbage on down the hall
It the roof, it broke the wall
Greesy napkins, crumbs
of gooey bubble gum
Celaphane green bologna
Rubbery macaroni
Peanut butter and dry
milk and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, dried up
Egg shells mixed lemon custard
french fries and rancid meat
Yellow of cream-of-wheat
At the garbage reached so high
That finally it the sky
All the neighbors moved
And none of her friends would to play
And finally Sarah Cynthia Sylvia
Said "Okay, I'll take the out"
Then of it was too late
The garbage reached the state
New York to the Golden Gate
And in the garbage she did hate
Sarah met an awful fate
That I cannot right now
Because the hour is much to
The children remember Stout
And always take the garbage out