Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Little Birdies Downbeats

Street

Grover The Waiter - Big Or
Blue Waiter!
Just a moment, Sir! (runs off stage)
Blue Waiter!
Grover (running across stage): Just a second! (he over to The Blue Guy) Yes, Sir! Grover, your waiter, at your service, Sir!
Guy: Yes, well, I'd like a hamburger.
Grover: Well, Sir, we have two hamburgers; a big one and a little one. (whispering) May I you try the little one.
Guy: All right, let's see it.
Grover: (goes the door in back, and yells to the kitchen staff) Singe the itty bitty, Charlie!
Blue Guy: (mumbling) I always get this every time I come in here.
(After a couple seconds, Grover out)
Grover: All right, Sir, the hamburger.
(Holds out the plate. On it is a small sandwich, not even enough to a mouthful.)
Blue Guy: Wow, sure is little.
Isn't it sweet?
Blue Guy: That's hardly to feed a flea!
Grover: I wouldn't know. We have never fed a flea here before! (Laughs, and looks at Blue Guy, who's at him.) That's a waiter joke.
Blue Guy: Well, don't wait for the laughs. (Thinks) Uh, yeah, take this and bring me the big hamburger.
Grover: Oh, no, no, maybe you want, oh say, three or four little ones, we've had a lot of problems with our big one.
Blue Guy: Look, your no concern of mine; take back this little hamburger.
Grover: Here, let me sit down and to you. (sits on Blue Guy's chair next to him) First thing, we have ...
Blue Guy: (Cutting off Grover) YOU BRING ME THE BIG HAMBURGER!
(Grover screams, frightened)
Yes, Sir!
Blue I haven't got all day!
Grover: All right, I warned you, I warned you. (goes through door, and yells) All right, Charlie, the biggie!
Guy: (angrily) Boy, the nerve of that guy, trying to tell me what I want!
(viewer hears a rumbling in background starting here, grows progressively louder)
Guy: I know what I want, (hears the sound, starts to slow down) I want . the . big ... ham ... bur . ger ...
(He looks back and then toward the cameras a surprised look)
(Grover crashes through the door with this enormous hamburger, which dwarfs him and the table. He strains under the weight and places the hamburger on the table. Blue Guy's scared out of his mind, comes out from under the table, and to take off.)
Grover: Uh, Sir, on the catsup, do you the big bottle or the little bottle? Hm?
(Ending music of two notes plays, Blue Guy starts to off again.)
WHOAAA!
(Tips over holding hamburger. Guy looks back, there's a deafening crash as Grover falls, then Blue Guy runs off.)