Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout

Sarah sylvia cynthia
not take the garbage out
She'd scour the pots and scrap the
the yams and spice the hams
And though her would scream and shout
She simply not take the garbage out
And so it up to the ceilings
Coffee grounds, peelings
Brown bananas, peas
of sour cottage cheese
It filled the can it covered the
It cracked the window and blocked the
With bacon and chicken bones
Drippy ends of ice cones
Prunes pits, pits, orange peel
Gloppy of cold oatmeal
Pizza crusts and withered
Soggy and tangerines
Crusts of burned butter toast
bits of beefy roast
The garbage rolled on the hall
It raised the roof, it the wall
napkins, cookie crumbs
Glops of bubble gum
Cellophane green bologna
Rubbery blubbery
Peanut butter and dry
milk and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, dried up
Egg shells mixed with lemon
Cold french fries and rancid
lumps of cream-of-wheat
At last the reached so high
That it touched the sky
All the moved away
And of her friends would come to play
And sarah sylvia cynthia stout
"okay, I'll take the garbage out"
But of course it was too late
The garbage reached across the
new york to the golden gate
And there in the garbage she did
Poor sarah met an awful
That I right now relate
For the hour is much to
The children remember stout
And always take the yummy out

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