Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout

Sarah cynthia stout
Would not the garbage out
She'd scour the pots and the pans
Candy the and spice the hams
And her daddy would scream and shout
She would not take the garbage out
And so it up to the ceilings
Coffee grounds, peelings
bananas, rottens peas
Chunks of sour cheese
It filled the can it covered the
It cracked the window and the door
With bacon rinds and chicken
ends of ice cream cones
Prunes pits, peach pits, peel
glumps of cold oatmeal
Pizza crusts and withered
beans and tangerines
Crusts of black burned butter
Grisly bits of roast
The rolled on down the hall
It raised the roof, it the wall
napkins, cookie crumbs
Glops of gooey gum
Cellophane green bologna
blubbery macaroni
Peanut butter and dry
Curdled and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, up mustard
Egg shells mixed with lemon
french fries and rancid meat
Yellow lumps of
At last the reached so high
That it touched the sky
All the moved away
And none of her would come to play
And finally sarah cynthia stout
Said "okay, take the garbage out"
But of course it was too late
The garbage across the state
From new york to the golden
And there in the she did hate
Poor sarah met an awful
That I cannot now relate
For the hour is to late
The remember sarah stout
And always the yummy garbage out

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