Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout

Sarah cynthia stout
Would not the garbage out
She'd scour the pots and the pans
the yams and spice the hams
And her daddy would scream and shout
She would not take the garbage out
And so it pulled up to the
grounds, potato peelings
Brown bananas, rottens
Chunks of sour cheese
It filled the can it covered the
It cracked the and blocked the door
With bacon and chicken bones
Drippy ends of ice cream
Prunes pits, pits, orange peel
glumps of cold oatmeal
Pizza and withered greens
beans and tangerines
Crusts of burned butter toast
Grisly bits of roast
The rolled on down the hall
It raised the roof, it broke the
Greasy napkins, crumbs
of gooey bubble gum
Cellophane from bologna
blubbery macaroni
Peanut caked and dry
Curdled and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, dried up
Egg shells mixed with custard
Cold fries and rancid meat
lumps of cream-of-wheat
At last the reached so high
That it touched the sky
All the neighbors moved
And of her friends would come to play
And finally sylvia cynthia stout
Said "okay, I'll the garbage out"
But of course it was too late
The garbage reached the state
From new york to the gate
And there in the she did hate
sarah met an awful fate
That I cannot right now
For the is much to late
The remember sarah stout
And take the yummy garbage out

"i'm tori and I hope that was a good nighty-night"