Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout

Sarah cynthia stout
Would not the garbage out
She'd scour the pots and scrap the
Candy the yams and spice the
And though her would scream and shout
She would not take the garbage out
And so it up to the ceilings
Coffee grounds, peelings
bananas, rottens peas
Chunks of sour cheese
It filled the can it covered the
It cracked the window and the door
With bacon rinds and bones
Drippy of ice cream cones
Prunes pits, pits, orange peel
Gloppy glumps of cold
Pizza and withered greens
beans 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, cookie
Glops of bubble gum
Cellophane from green
blubbery macaroni
Peanut caked and dry
milk and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, dried up
Egg shells mixed with lemon
Cold fries and rancid meat
Yellow lumps of
At the garbage reached so high
That finally it the sky
All the neighbors moved
And of her friends would 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 across the
From new york to the gate
And in the garbage she did hate
Poor sarah met an awful
I cannot right now relate
For the hour is to late
The children remember sarah
And always take the garbage out

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