Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage

Mr. Thompson calls the waiter, orders steak and potaters,
He the bone and gristle and he never eats the skin.
The busboy and takes it, with a cough contaminates it.
Throws it in a can with coffee and sardine tins.
And the truck comes by on Friday, and it all away.
And a thousand trucks just it are converging on the bay. Oh.....

Garbage, garbage, garbage....

We're filling up our with garbage (garbage, garbage...)
What we do when there's no place left to put all the garbage (garbage, garbage......)

Mr. Thompson starts his Cadillac, he it down the freeway track,
Leaving friends and in a hydro-carbon haze.
joined by lots of smaller cars all sending gases to the stars.
There it forms a seething cloud it hangs for forty days.
And the sun beats into it,
With an tongue.
Turns it smog
And then it in our lungs oh...
(garbage, garbage.....)

We're filling up the with garbage......
What we do when there's nothing left to breathe
But garbage.......

Getting home and taking off his shoes, he with the evening news,
While the kids do with the TV in one ear.
While Superman for the thousandth time talking dolls and conquers crime,
they learn the date of birth of Paul Revere.
And there's a in the paper about the mayor's middle name.
He gets it in time to watch the All-Star Bingo game oh
Garbage, garbage, garbage.....
We're filling up our with garbage......

What we do when there's nothing left to read?
And there's nothing to need?
And there's nothing left to
And there's nothing to touch?
And there's nothing left to about?
And nothing left to talk
Nothing left to
And nothing to be but....
Garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage........