Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout

Sarah sylvia cynthia
Would not the garbage out
She'd scour the pots and scrap the
Candy the and spice the hams
And though her daddy would scream and
She simply would not take the out
And so it pulled up to the
Coffee grounds, peelings
Brown bananas, rottens
Chunks of sour cheese
It filled the can it the floor
It the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken
Drippy ends of ice cones
pits, peach pits, orange peel
Gloppy of cold oatmeal
crusts and withered greens
Soggy beans and
Crusts of burned butter toast
bits of beefy roast
The garbage rolled on the hall
It the roof, it broke the wall
Greasy napkins, crumbs
Glops of bubble gum
Cellophane green bologna
Rubbery blubbery
Peanut caked and dry
milk and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, dried up
Egg shells mixed lemon custard
french fries and rancid meat
Yellow of cream-of-wheat
At last the garbage reached so
That finally it the sky
All the neighbors away
And none of her friends would to play
And finally sylvia cynthia stout
"okay, I'll take the garbage out"
But then of it was too late
The garbage across the state
From new to the golden gate
And there in the she did hate
Poor sarah met an awful
I cannot right now relate
For the hour is much to
The remember sarah stout
And always take the garbage out

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