Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout

Sarah cynthia stout
Would not the garbage out
She'd scour the and scrap the pans
Candy the yams and spice the
And her daddy would scream and shout
She simply would not the garbage out
And so it pulled up to the
Coffee grounds, peelings
Brown bananas, peas
Chunks of sour cheese
It filled the can it the floor
It cracked the and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and bones
Drippy ends of ice cones
pits, peach pits, orange peel
Gloppy glumps of oatmeal
crusts and withered greens
Soggy and tangerines
Crusts of burned butter toast
Grisly of beefy roast
The garbage rolled on down the
It the roof, it broke the wall
Greasy napkins, cookie
Glops of bubble gum
Cellophane green bologna
Rubbery macaroni
Peanut caked and dry
milk and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, up mustard
Egg shells with lemon custard
Cold french and rancid meat
lumps of cream-of-wheat
At last the garbage so high
finally it touched the sky
All the neighbors moved
And none of her friends would come to
And sarah sylvia cynthia stout
"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 in the garbage she did hate
Poor sarah met an awful
That I right now relate
For the hour is to late
The children sarah stout
And always take the yummy out

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