Luyện nghe bài hát Barangrill

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

The thumb and the satchel or the rented
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"

some say it's in service they say "Humble makes pure"
You're hoping it's near folly 'cause headed that way for sure
And you have to laugh '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 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 whitewalls and and this job he's got

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