Luyện nghe bài hát Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout

Sarah sylvia stout
Would not the garbage out
She'd scour the pots and the pans
the yams and spice the hams
And though her daddy would scream and
She simply would not take the out
And so it up to the ceilings
Coffee grounds, peelings
bananas, rottens peas
Chunks of sour cheese
It the can it covered the floor
It cracked the window and the door
With bacon and chicken bones
Drippy of ice cream cones
Prunes pits, pits, orange peel
Gloppy glumps of cold
Pizza crusts and withered
beans and tangerines
Crusts of black butter toast
Grisly of beefy roast
The garbage rolled on the hall
It raised the roof, it the wall
Greasy napkins, crumbs
Glops of gooey gum
Cellophane from bologna
blubbery macaroni
Peanut butter and dry
milk and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, up mustard
Egg shells with lemon custard
Cold french fries and rancid
Yellow of cream-of-wheat
At the garbage reached so high
That finally it the sky
All the neighbors away
And none of her friends come to play
And finally sylvia cynthia stout
Said "okay, take the garbage out"
But of course it was too late
The garbage across the state
From new to the golden gate
And there in the garbage she did
Poor sarah met an fate
That I cannot now relate
For the is much to late
The remember sarah stout
And always take the garbage out

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