Luyện nghe bài hát Barangrill

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

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

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

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

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

And you want to get moving and you want to stay
But lost in the moment longing gets filled
And you even forget to ask "Hey, Barangrill?"