Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Little Birdies Downbeats

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Grover The - Big Or Little
Guy: Waiter!
Grover: a moment, Sir! (runs off stage)
Guy: Waiter!
Grover (running across stage): Just a second! (he over to The Blue Guy) Yes, Sir! Grover, your waiter, at your service, Sir!
Blue Guy: Yes, well, I'd a hamburger.
Well, Sir, we have two hamburgers; a big one and a little one. (whispering) May I suggest you try the little one.
Blue All right, let's see it.
Grover: (goes through the door in back, and to the kitchen staff) Singe the itty bitty, Charlie!
Blue Guy: (mumbling) I always get ding-a-ling every time I come in here.
(After a seconds, Grover comes out)
Grover: All right, Sir, the hamburger.
(Holds out the plate. On it is a sandwich, not even enough to make a mouthful.)
Blue Wow, that sure is little.
Grover: Isn't it
Blue Guy: That's hardly enough to a flea!
Grover: I know. We have never fed a flea here before! (Laughs, and looks at Blue Guy, who's looking at him.) That's a waiter joke.
Guy: Well, don't wait 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 four little ones, cause we've had a lot of problems our big one.
Blue Guy: Look, your problem's no concern of take back this little hamburger.
Grover: Here, let me sit and talk to you. (sits on Blue Guy's chair next to him) First thing, we have ...
Blue Guy: (Cutting off Grover) WILL YOU 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!
Blue Guy: (angrily) Boy, the nerve of guy, trying to tell me what I want!
(viewer hears a rumbling sound in 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 the cameras with 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 the table, and starts to take off.)
Grover: Uh, Sir, on the catsup, do you want the big bottle or the bottle? Hm?
(Ending music of two notes plays, Blue Guy to walk off again.)
WHOAAA!
(Tips over holding hamburger. Blue Guy looks back, a deafening crash as Grover falls, then Blue Guy runs off.)