Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Little Birdies Downbeats

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Grover The - Big Or Little
Blue Waiter!
Grover: a moment, Sir! (runs off stage)
Guy: Waiter!
Grover (running across stage): Just a second! (he runs over to The Guy) Yes, Sir! Grover, your waiter, at your service, Sir!
Blue Yes, well, I'd like a hamburger.
Grover: Well, Sir, we two hamburgers; a big one and a little one. (whispering) May I suggest you try the little one.
Blue Guy: All right, see it.
(goes through the door in back, and yells to the kitchen staff) Singe the itty bitty, Charlie!
Blue Guy: (mumbling) I always get this ding-a-ling every 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: it sweet?
Blue Guy: That's hardly to feed 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.
Blue Guy: Well, don't wait for the laughs. (Thinks) Uh, yeah, take 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, problem's no concern of mine; take back this little hamburger.
Grover: Here, let me sit down and talk to you. (sits on 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!
All right, I warned you, I warned 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 a rumbling sound in background starting here, grows progressively louder)
Blue Guy: I know what I want, (hears the sound, starts to slow down) I . the . big ... ham ... bur . ger ...
(He looks back and then toward the 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 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 bottle or the bottle? Hm?
(Ending of two notes plays, Blue Guy starts to walk off again.)
WHOAAA!
(Tips over holding hamburger. Blue Guy looks back, there's a deafening crash as Grover falls, Blue Guy runs off.)