Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout

Sarah cynthia stout
not take the garbage out
She'd scour the pots and scrap the
the yams and spice the hams
And though her daddy scream and shout
She simply not take the garbage out
And so it up to the ceilings
grounds, potato peelings
Brown bananas, rottens
Chunks of sour cottage
It filled the can it covered the
It cracked the window and the door
bacon rinds and chicken bones
Drippy ends of ice cones
Prunes pits, pits, orange peel
glumps of cold oatmeal
Pizza crusts and withered
Soggy and tangerines
Crusts of burned butter toast
Grisly bits of beefy
The garbage rolled on down the
It raised the roof, it the wall
napkins, cookie crumbs
Glops of gooey gum
Cellophane from green
blubbery macaroni
Peanut caked and dry
milk and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, up mustard
Egg shells with lemon custard
Cold fries and rancid meat
Yellow lumps of
At last the reached so high
finally it touched the sky
All the moved away
And none of her friends would to play
And finally sarah sylvia cynthia
Said "okay, take the garbage out"
But then of course it was too
The garbage reached the state
From new york to the gate
And in the garbage she did hate
Poor sarah met an awful
That I right now relate
For the is much to late
The children sarah stout
And take the yummy garbage out

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