Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout

Sarah sylvia stout
not take the garbage out
She'd scour the pots and scrap the
Candy the and spice the hams
And her daddy would scream and shout
She simply would not take the out
And so it up to the ceilings
Coffee grounds, potato
Brown bananas, peas
Chunks of sour cheese
It the can it covered the floor
It cracked the window and the door
With bacon and chicken bones
Drippy ends of ice cones
Prunes pits, pits, orange peel
glumps of cold oatmeal
Pizza and withered greens
beans and tangerines
Crusts of black burned toast
bits of beefy roast
The garbage on down the hall
It raised the roof, it broke the
Greasy napkins, crumbs
of gooey bubble gum
Cellophane green bologna
Rubbery blubbery
Peanut butter and dry
Curdled milk and of pie
melons, dried up mustard
Egg mixed with lemon custard
Cold fries and rancid meat
Yellow lumps of
At last the garbage reached so
finally it touched the sky
All the neighbors moved
And of her friends would come to play
And finally sylvia cynthia stout
Said "okay, I'll take the out"
But then of course it was too
The garbage reached across the
From new york to the golden
And in the garbage she did hate
Poor met an awful fate
That I cannot right now
For the is much to late
The children sarah stout
And always take the yummy out

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