Luyện nghe bài hát Barangrill

Three waitresses all wearing black earrings
Talking about zombies and slings
No in their faces not one anxious voice
None of the you get from too much choice

The thumb and the satchel or the Rolls-Royce
And you think she knows something by the second
You think enlightened as she totals your bill
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 have to laugh 'cause it's all so
Ah, her mind's on her and eggs over easy

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

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

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