Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout

Sarah sylvia cynthia
Would not take the out
She'd scour the pots and scrap the
Candy the yams and the hams
And though her would scream and shout
She simply would not the garbage out
And so it up to the ceilings
grounds, potato peelings
Brown bananas, peas
Chunks of sour cheese
It filled the can it the floor
It cracked the and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and bones
Drippy ends of ice cones
Prunes pits, peach pits, orange
Gloppy glumps of cold
Pizza crusts and withered
Soggy and tangerines
of black burned butter toast
Grisly of beefy roast
The garbage rolled on down the
It the roof, it broke the wall
Greasy napkins, crumbs
Glops of gooey gum
Cellophane from bologna
blubbery macaroni
Peanut caked and dry
milk and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, dried up
Egg shells with lemon custard
Cold french fries and rancid
Yellow lumps of
At the garbage reached so high
finally it touched the sky
All the moved away
And none of her would come to play
And finally sarah cynthia stout
Said "okay, take the garbage out"
But then of course it was too
The garbage reached the state
new york to the golden gate
And in the garbage she did hate
Poor sarah met an awful
That I cannot now relate
For the is much to late
The children remember sarah
And always the yummy garbage out

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