Luyện nghe bài hát Cafe Shabu

Welcome to the Caf
me to introduce you to some of our regulars
Starting on my immediate left, and gentlemen
in Caf Shabu

You'll a poet, a man of words by trade
And yes, that's a refugee an unnamed political philosophy
here to spread his message of joy and peace amongst us
Thank you much, sir

Over here, to him, we see a lady
Who has traded in, a of the rich and famous
For work with underprivileged and exceptional
Which I am sure, makes her very with herself

Ladies and gentlemen, next to her
A man of letters, and words, and
A man who spent most of his life, himself
And now, himself facing six years in rehabilitation

Prison, and a sentence on the outside
next to him, on a banquette, a ballerina
She's had two grapes, a raisin, and a chicklet, and full
In fact, been stuffed for years

to her, are two spinsters
Knitting way, in and out of various predicaments
by the excesses of their ancestors

And close by them, some surreal
Brooding over the very over-emphasis of
Violence on the end of the scale

Next to them, two detectives
Checking each out, next door to the sugarholics
See them shivering, see them staring into the
See growing, oh, see them go comatose, Insulin please, Matre D'

On my right, several politicians, smiling lizard-like
See assure themselves that their status is indeed quo
Rip up the cheques, said the Matre D', see if I
I do this for the company, I've got to trust any secrets to but myself

In the basement, in the vault, in the on the walls
Are the I take in part-payment for my time
And the waitress you that in the back room bathed in red

Glowing with the speed of
That reflects the demands of the for the dead, are our angels
A host at your service to your every need
So, up, the waitress said, our great caf serves everything