Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Sarah Sylvia Stout
Would not the garbage out
scour the pots and scrap the pans
Candy the yams and spice the
And though her daddy would and shout
She simply not take the garbage out
And so it pulled up to the
Coffee grounds, peelings
Brown bananas, peas
Chunks of sour cheese
It the can it covered the floor
It cracked the window and the door
With bacon rinds and chicken
Drippy of ice cream cones
Prunes pits, peach pits, peel
Gloppy glumps of oatmeal
Pizza crusts and greens
beans and tangerines
Crusts of black butter toast
Grisly of beefy roast
The rolled on down the hall
It raised the roof, it the wall
napkins, cookie crumbs
Glops of gooey gum
Celaphane from bologna
blubbery macaroni
Peanut butter and dry
milk and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, dried up
Egg shells mixed with lemon
Cold french fries and meat
Yellow lumps of
At last the garbage reached so
That finally it the sky
All the neighbors moved
And none of her would come to play
And finally Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Said "Okay, I'll take the out"
Then of course it was too
The garbage reached across the
From New York to the Golden
And in the garbage she did hate
Sarah met an awful fate
That I cannot right now
Because the is much to late
The children remember Sarah
And always the yummy garbage out