Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Little Birdies Downbeats

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Grover The Waiter - Big Or
Blue Waiter!
Just a moment, Sir! (runs off stage)
Blue Waiter!
(running across stage): Just a second! (he runs over to The Blue Guy) Yes, Sir! Grover, your waiter, at your service, Sir!
Blue Guy: Yes, well, I'd a hamburger.
Grover: Well, Sir, we have two hamburgers; a big one and a little one. (whispering) May I suggest you try the one.
Guy: All right, let's see it.
Grover: (goes through the in back, and yells to the kitchen staff) Singe the itty bitty, Charlie!
Blue (mumbling) I always get this ding-a-ling 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 enough to make a mouthful.)
Blue Guy: Wow, that is little.
Isn't it sweet?
Blue Guy: That's hardly enough to a flea!
Grover: I wouldn't know. We have never fed a flea here before! (Laughs, and looks at Blue Guy, who's looking at him.) That's a joke.
Blue Guy: Well, don't for the laughs. (Thinks) Uh, yeah, take this back and bring me the big hamburger.
Grover: Oh, no, no, maybe you want, oh say, three or little ones, cause we've had a lot of problems with our big one.
Blue Guy: Look, your problem's no concern of mine; take 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 ...
Guy: (Cutting off Grover) WILL 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 you. (goes through door, and yells) All right, Charlie, brrroil the biggie!
Blue Guy: (angrily) Boy, the nerve of that guy, to tell me what I want!
(viewer hears a rumbling sound in background starting here, progressively louder)
Blue Guy: I know 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 the hamburger on the table. Blue Guy's scared out of his mind, comes out from under the table, and starts to take off.)
Grover: Uh, Sir, on the catsup, do you want the big or the little bottle? Hm?
(Ending music of two notes plays, Blue Guy starts to off again.)
WHOAAA!
(Tips over holding hamburger. Blue Guy looks back, a deafening crash as Grover falls, then Blue Guy runs off.)