Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout

Sarah sylvia stout
not take the garbage out
She'd scour the and scrap the pans
Candy the yams and spice the
And though her daddy would scream and
She would not take the garbage out
And so it up to the ceilings
Coffee grounds, potato
Brown bananas, peas
Chunks of sour cottage
It the can it covered the floor
It cracked the and blocked the door
bacon rinds and chicken bones
Drippy ends of ice cones
Prunes pits, pits, orange peel
Gloppy of cold oatmeal
Pizza crusts and withered
Soggy beans and
Crusts of burned butter toast
Grisly of beefy roast
The rolled on down the hall
It the roof, it broke the wall
napkins, cookie crumbs
Glops of gooey gum
Cellophane from green
Rubbery blubbery
Peanut butter and dry
Curdled milk and of pie
Moldy melons, up mustard
Egg shells mixed with lemon
french fries and rancid meat
Yellow of cream-of-wheat
At the garbage reached so high
That it touched the sky
All the neighbors moved
And of her friends would come to play
And finally sarah cynthia stout
"okay, I'll take the garbage out"
But of course it was too late
The reached across the state
new york to the golden gate
And in the garbage she did hate
Poor met an awful fate
That I right now relate
For the hour is much to
The children remember sarah
And always take the yummy out

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