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 and spice the hams
And though her would scream and shout
She simply not take the garbage out
And so it pulled up to the
Coffee grounds, peelings
Brown bananas, rottens
of sour cottage cheese
It filled the can it covered the
It the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and bones
Drippy ends of ice cones
Prunes pits, peach pits, peel
Gloppy of cold oatmeal
Pizza crusts and withered
beans and tangerines
Crusts of black butter toast
Grisly bits of roast
The garbage on down the hall
It raised the roof, it broke the
Greasy napkins, crumbs
Glops of gooey gum
Cellophane green bologna
Rubbery blubbery
Peanut butter and dry
milk and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, dried up
Egg shells mixed with custard
french fries and rancid meat
Yellow lumps of
At last the reached so high
That finally it the sky
All the neighbors away
And none of her friends come to play
And finally sylvia cynthia stout
Said "okay, I'll take the out"
But then of course it was too
The reached across the state
From new york to the gate
And there in the garbage she did
Poor met an awful fate
That I right now relate
For the hour is to late
The children remember sarah
And take the yummy garbage out

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