Luyện nghe bài hát Barangrill

Three all wearing black diamond earrings
Talking about and Singapore slings
No trouble in their faces not one anxious
of the crazy you get from too much choice

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

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

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

The guy at the gas he's got a lot of soul
He sings merry Christmas for you like Nat King Cole
And he makes up his own tune right on the
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 some longing gets
And you even forget to ask "Hey, Barangrill?"