Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout

Sarah cynthia stout
Would not take the out
She'd scour the and scrap the pans
Candy the yams and the hams
And though her would scream and shout
She simply would not the garbage out
And so it up to the ceilings
Coffee grounds, potato
Brown bananas, rottens
of sour cottage cheese
It filled the can it covered the
It cracked the and blocked the door
With bacon and chicken bones
Drippy of ice cream cones
pits, peach pits, orange peel
Gloppy glumps of cold
Pizza and withered greens
Soggy beans and
of black burned butter toast
Grisly of beefy roast
The garbage on down the hall
It raised the roof, it broke the
napkins, cookie crumbs
Glops of gooey gum
Cellophane from green
blubbery macaroni
Peanut caked and dry
milk and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, dried up
Egg shells with lemon custard
Cold french and rancid meat
Yellow lumps of
At last the garbage so high
That finally it the sky
All the neighbors away
And none of her friends would come to
And finally sarah sylvia cynthia
"okay, I'll take the garbage out"
But then of course it was too
The garbage reached the state
From new york to the golden
And there in the garbage she did
sarah met an awful fate
That I right now relate
For the hour is to late
The children remember stout
And always take the yummy out

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