Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Little Birdies Downbeats

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Grover The Waiter - Big Or
Guy: Waiter!
Grover: a moment, Sir! (runs off stage)
Blue Waiter!
Grover (running across stage): Just a second! (he runs over to The Blue Guy) Yes, Sir! Grover, 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.
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 ding-a-ling every time I in here.
(After a couple seconds, Grover out)
Grover: All right, Sir, the hamburger.
(Holds out the plate. On it is a sandwich, not even enough to make a mouthful.)
Blue Guy: Wow, that is little.
Grover: it sweet?
Blue Guy: hardly enough 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 looking at him.) That's a joke.
Blue Guy: Well, don't wait for the laughs. (Thinks) Uh, yeah, take this back and me the big hamburger.
Grover: Oh, no, no, you want, oh say, three or four little ones, cause we've had a lot of problems with our big one.
Blue Look, your 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 Guy: I got all day!
Grover: All right, I 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 hears a rumbling sound in background here, grows progressively louder)
Blue Guy: I what I want, (hears the sound, starts to slow down) I want . the . big ... ham ... bur . ger ...
(He looks back and toward 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, out from under the table, and starts to take off.)
Grover: Uh, Sir, on the catsup, do you want the big bottle or the little 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 crash as Grover falls, then Blue Guy runs off.)