Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Little Birdies Downbeats

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Grover The Waiter - Big Or
Blue 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, your waiter, at service, Sir!
Guy: Yes, well, I'd like a hamburger.
Grover: Well, Sir, we have two 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 through the door in back, and yells to the staff) Singe the itty bitty, Charlie!
Blue Guy: (mumbling) I get this ding-a-ling every time I come in here.
(After a couple seconds, comes 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.
Grover: it sweet?
Guy: That's 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 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 with our big one.
Blue Guy: Look, your problem's no concern of mine; take back this hamburger.
Here, let me sit down and talk to you. (sits on Blue Guy's chair next to him) First thing, we have ...
Blue (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 you, I warned you. (goes through door, and yells) All right, Charlie, brrroil the biggie!
Blue Guy: (angrily) Boy, the nerve of that guy, trying to tell me I want!
(viewer hears a rumbling sound in background here, grows progressively louder)
Blue I know what I want, (hears the sound, starts to slow down) I want . the . big ... ham ... bur . ger ...
(He back and then toward the cameras with a surprised look)
(Grover crashes through the door 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 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 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.)