Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout

Sarah sylvia cynthia
Would not take the out
She'd scour the pots and scrap the
the yams and spice the hams
And her daddy would scream and shout
She simply would not the garbage out
And so it up to the ceilings
Coffee grounds, potato
bananas, rottens peas
Chunks of sour cheese
It the can it covered the floor
It cracked the window and the door
With rinds and chicken bones
ends of ice cream cones
Prunes pits, peach pits, orange
glumps of cold oatmeal
Pizza crusts and withered
Soggy and tangerines
Crusts of black butter toast
Grisly of beefy roast
The garbage rolled on the hall
It the roof, it broke the wall
Greasy napkins, crumbs
Glops of bubble gum
from green bologna
Rubbery blubbery
butter caked and dry
Curdled milk and of pie
Moldy melons, dried up
Egg shells mixed with custard
french fries and rancid meat
Yellow of cream-of-wheat
At the garbage reached so high
finally it touched the sky
All the neighbors moved
And none of her friends come to play
And finally sylvia cynthia stout
"okay, I'll take the garbage out"
But of course it was too late
The garbage reached the state
new york to the golden gate
And there in the she did hate
Poor met an awful fate
That I right now relate
For the hour is much to
The remember sarah stout
And take the yummy garbage out

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