Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Sarah Sylvia Stout
Would not the garbage out
She'd the pots and scrap the pans
Candy the and spice the hams
And though her would scream and shout
She would not take the garbage out
And so it pulled up to the
grounds, potato peelings
Brown bananas, peas
Chunks of cottage cheese
It filled the can it covered the
It the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and bones
Drippy of ice cream cones
Prunes pits, peach pits, peel
Gloppy glumps of cold
Pizza crusts and greens
beans and tangerines
Crusts of black burned butter
Grisly of beefy roast
The garbage rolled on the hall
It raised the roof, it broke the
napkins, cookie crumbs
Glops of gooey gum
from green bologna
Rubbery blubbery
Peanut butter and dry
milk and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, dried up
Egg shells mixed lemon custard
Cold french fries and rancid
Yellow of cream-of-wheat
At last the garbage reached so
That it touched the sky
All the neighbors away
And of her friends would come to play
And finally Sarah Cynthia Sylvia
Said "Okay, I'll the garbage out"
Then of it was too late
The reached across the state
From New York to the Gate
And in the garbage she did hate
Poor Sarah met an awful
That I right now relate
Because the hour is much to
The children remember Sarah
And always the yummy garbage out