Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout

Sarah cynthia stout
not take the garbage out
She'd scour the pots and the pans
Candy the and spice the hams
And though her daddy would and shout
She simply not take the garbage out
And so it up to the ceilings
Coffee grounds, potato
bananas, rottens peas
Chunks of sour cottage
It filled the can it the floor
It the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and bones
ends of ice cream cones
Prunes pits, peach pits, peel
Gloppy glumps of cold
Pizza crusts and greens
beans and tangerines
Crusts of burned butter toast
Grisly bits of roast
The rolled on down the hall
It raised the roof, it broke the
napkins, cookie crumbs
Glops of bubble gum
Cellophane from bologna
Rubbery blubbery
butter caked and dry
Curdled milk and of pie
Moldy melons, up mustard
Egg shells mixed with custard
Cold french and rancid meat
Yellow of cream-of-wheat
At the garbage reached so high
finally it touched the sky
All the moved away
And none of her friends would come to
And finally sylvia cynthia stout
"okay, I'll take the garbage out"
But then of it was too late
The reached across the state
From new york to the golden
And in the garbage she did hate
Poor met an awful fate
That I right now relate
For the hour is to late
The children sarah stout
And always take the garbage out

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