Luyện nghe bài hát Barangrill

Three waitresses all wearing diamond earrings
Talking about zombies and slings
No trouble in their faces not one voice
None of the you get from too much choice

The thumb and the or the rented Rolls-Royce
And you think she knows something by the second
You think she's enlightened as she totals bill
You say "Show me the way to Barangrill"

Well some say it's in service say "Humble makes pure"
You're it's near folly 'cause you're headed that way for sure
And you just have to 'cause it's all so crazy
Ah, her mind's on her and eggs over easy

It's just a trick on you her mirrors and your
So, you ask the truck driver on the way to the
But just a slave to Barangrill

The guy at the gas pumps got a lot of soul
He sings merry Christmas for you just like Nat King
And he up his own tune right on the spot
About whitewalls and windshields and this job got

And you want to get and you want to stay still
But lost in the moment some longing gets
And you even to ask "Hey, where's Barangrill?"