Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia
Would not take the out
scour the pots and scrap the pans
Candy the yams and spice the
And her daddy would scream and shout
She would not take the garbage out
And so it up to the ceilings
grounds, potato peelings
Brown bananas, peas
Chunks of sour cottage
It filled the can it the floor
It cracked the window and the door
With bacon rinds and chicken
Drippy of ice cream cones
pits, peach pits, orange peel
Gloppy of cold oatmeal
crusts and withered greens
Soggy and tangerines
of black burned butter toast
Grisly of beefy roast
The garbage on down the hall
It raised the roof, it the wall
napkins, cookie crumbs
Glops of bubble gum
Celaphane green bologna
Rubbery macaroni
Peanut caked and dry
Curdled milk and of pie
melons, dried up mustard
Egg shells mixed with lemon
Cold french fries and rancid
lumps of cream-of-wheat
At the garbage reached so high
That finally it the sky
All the moved away
And none of her friends would come to
And finally Sarah Sylvia Stout
Said "Okay, I'll the garbage out"
Then of course it was too
The garbage across the state
From New York to the Golden
And there in the she did hate
Poor Sarah met an fate
I cannot right now relate
Because the hour is much to
The children remember Sarah
And always take the garbage out