Luyện nghe bài hát Cafe Shabu

Welcome to the Caf
Permit me to you to some of our regulars
Starting on my left, ladies and gentlemen
Here in Caf

You'll note a poet, a man of words by
And yes, a refugee from an unnamed political philosophy
Come here to spread his message of joy and amongst us
you very much, sir

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

Ladies and gentlemen, sitting to her
A man of letters, and words, and
A man who most of his life, deceiving himself
And now, finds himself facing six 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, she's stuffed for years

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

And close by them, some painter's
Brooding over the very over-emphasis of
on the blue end of the scale

Next to them, two off-duty
each other 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 immediate right, politicians, smiling lizard-like
See them assure themselves that their status is quo
Rip up the cheques, said the D', see if I care
I do for the company, I've got no-one 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 reminds you in the back room bathed in red

Glowing with the of light
That reflects the demands of the living for the dead, are our
A host at your service to meet your need
So, order up, the waitress said, our great caf serves