Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout

Sarah sylvia cynthia
Would not take the out
She'd the pots and scrap the pans
Candy the and spice the hams
And her daddy would scream and shout
She would not take the garbage out
And so it pulled up to the
Coffee grounds, potato
Brown bananas, rottens
of sour cottage cheese
It filled the can it the floor
It the window and blocked the door
With rinds and chicken bones
Drippy of ice cream cones
Prunes pits, pits, orange peel
Gloppy of cold oatmeal
Pizza crusts and greens
Soggy beans and
Crusts of burned butter toast
Grisly bits of beefy
The garbage rolled on down the
It raised the roof, it the wall
Greasy napkins, cookie
of gooey bubble gum
Cellophane from bologna
Rubbery blubbery
Peanut caked and dry
Curdled and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, up mustard
Egg shells mixed with custard
Cold french fries and meat
lumps of cream-of-wheat
At last the garbage reached so
finally it touched the sky
All the neighbors moved
And none of her would come to play
And finally sarah sylvia cynthia
Said "okay, I'll the garbage out"
But of course it was too late
The reached across the state
From new york to the gate
And there in the garbage she did
Poor met an awful fate
That I right now relate
For the hour is to late
The children remember sarah
And always take the yummy out

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