Luyện nghe bài hát Barangrill

Three waitresses all wearing black diamond
about zombies and Singapore slings
No trouble in their not one anxious voice
None of the 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 as she totals your bill
You say "Show me the way to Barangrill"

some say it's in service they say "Humble makes pure"
You're hoping it's folly 'cause you're headed that way for sure
And you just to laugh 'cause 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 he's a slave to Barangrill

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

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