Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout

Sarah sylvia cynthia
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 would not take the out
And so it pulled up to the
grounds, potato peelings
Brown bananas, peas
Chunks of cottage cheese
It the can it covered the floor
It cracked the window and the door
With bacon rinds and chicken
ends of ice cream cones
Prunes pits, peach pits, orange
Gloppy glumps of oatmeal
Pizza crusts and withered
Soggy beans and
Crusts of black butter toast
Grisly bits of beefy
The garbage rolled on down the
It raised the roof, it the wall
Greasy napkins, crumbs
of gooey bubble gum
Cellophane green bologna
blubbery macaroni
Peanut butter and dry
milk and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, up mustard
Egg shells mixed with custard
Cold fries and rancid meat
Yellow of cream-of-wheat
At last the garbage so high
finally it touched the sky
All the moved away
And none of her friends would to play
And finally sarah sylvia stout
Said "okay, I'll take the out"
But then of it was too late
The garbage reached across the
From new york to the golden
And there in the garbage she did
Poor sarah met an fate
That I right now relate
For the is much to late
The remember sarah stout
And always the yummy garbage out

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