Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia
not take the garbage out
She'd scour the and scrap the pans
the yams and spice the hams
And though her daddy would and shout
She simply would not the garbage out
And so it pulled up to the
Coffee grounds, potato
Brown bananas, rottens
Chunks of cottage cheese
It filled the can it covered the
It cracked the window and blocked the
With bacon rinds and chicken
Drippy ends of ice cream
Prunes pits, peach pits, orange
Gloppy glumps of oatmeal
Pizza crusts and greens
Soggy beans and
Crusts of black butter toast
Grisly of beefy roast
The garbage rolled on the hall
It the roof, it broke the wall
Greesy napkins, cookie
Glops of bubble gum
Celaphane green bologna
Rubbery macaroni
butter caked and dry
Curdled and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, up mustard
Egg shells with lemon custard
Cold french and rancid meat
Yellow 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 finally Sarah Cynthia Sylvia
"Okay, I'll take the garbage out"
Then of it was too late
The garbage across the state
From New to the Golden Gate
And in the garbage she did hate
Poor met an awful fate
That I cannot right now
Because the is much to late
The children remember Stout
And always the yummy garbage out