Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout

Sarah cynthia stout
not take the garbage out
She'd the pots and scrap the pans
Candy the yams and 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, potato
bananas, rottens peas
Chunks of cottage cheese
It the can it covered the floor
It cracked the window and the door
With rinds and chicken bones
Drippy of ice cream cones
Prunes pits, pits, orange peel
Gloppy glumps of oatmeal
crusts and withered greens
Soggy beans and
Crusts of black butter toast
Grisly of beefy roast
The rolled on down the hall
It raised the roof, it broke the
Greasy napkins, crumbs
Glops of gooey gum
Cellophane from bologna
Rubbery macaroni
Peanut caked and dry
milk and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, dried up
Egg mixed with lemon custard
Cold french fries and rancid
lumps of cream-of-wheat
At last the reached so high
finally it touched the sky
All the neighbors away
And none of her friends come to play
And finally sarah cynthia stout
"okay, I'll take the garbage out"
But of course it was too late
The garbage reached the state
From new york to the gate
And there in the she did hate
Poor met an awful fate
I cannot right now relate
For the hour is much to
The remember sarah stout
And always take the garbage out

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