Luyện nghe bài hát Barangrill

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

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

Well some say in service they say "Humble makes pure"
You're hoping it's near '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 eggs over

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

The guy at the gas he's got a lot of soul
He sings merry Christmas for you just 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 still
But in the moment some longing gets filled
And you forget to ask "Hey, where's Barangrill?"