Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Sarah Sylvia Stout
Would not the garbage out
She'd scour the pots and scrap the
Candy the yams and the hams
And her daddy would scream and shout
She would not take the garbage out
And so it up to the ceilings
Coffee grounds, potato
Brown bananas, rottens
Chunks of sour cheese
It filled the can it covered the
It cracked the window and blocked the
With bacon rinds and chicken
ends of ice cream cones
Prunes pits, peach pits, orange
Gloppy of cold oatmeal
Pizza and withered greens
Soggy beans and
Crusts of burned butter toast
Grisly bits of roast
The rolled on down the hall
It raised the roof, it broke the
Greesy napkins, crumbs
Glops of bubble gum
Celaphane from green
Rubbery macaroni
butter caked and dry
Curdled and crusts of pie
melons, dried up mustard
Egg mixed with lemon custard
french fries and rancid meat
Yellow of cream-of-wheat
At last the reached so high
That finally it the sky
All the neighbors moved
And none of her friends would come to
And finally Sarah Sylvia Stout
Said "Okay, I'll the garbage out"
Then of it was too late
The garbage reached the state
From New to the Golden 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 Stout
And always take the garbage out