Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Sarah Cynthia Stout
not take the garbage out
She'd scour the pots and the pans
Candy the and spice the hams
And her daddy would scream and shout
She simply would not the garbage out
And so it pulled up to the
Coffee grounds, peelings
bananas, rottens peas
Chunks of sour cheese
It filled the can it the floor
It cracked the and blocked the door
bacon rinds and chicken bones
Drippy of ice cream cones
Prunes pits, peach pits, peel
Gloppy glumps of cold
crusts and withered greens
Soggy beans and
Crusts of black burned toast
Grisly of beefy roast
The rolled on down the hall
It raised the roof, it the wall
Greesy napkins, cookie
of gooey bubble gum
Celaphane from green
blubbery macaroni
Peanut caked and dry
milk and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, dried up
Egg shells mixed lemon custard
Cold french and rancid meat
lumps of cream-of-wheat
At the garbage reached so high
finally it touched the sky
All the neighbors away
And none of her friends would come to
And Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
"Okay, I'll take the garbage out"
Then of course it was too
The garbage across the state
From New to the Golden Gate
And there in the garbage she did
Sarah met an awful fate
That I right now relate
Because the hour is much to
The children Sarah Stout
And take the yummy garbage out