Luyện nghe bài hát Cafe Shabu

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

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

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

Ladies and gentlemen, sitting to her
A man of letters, and words, and
A man who spent most of his life, himself
And now, finds himself 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 she's
In fact, been stuffed for years

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

And by them, some surreal painter's
Brooding over the over-emphasis of colour-violence
Violence on the blue end of the

Next to them, two detectives
Checking each other out, door to the sugarholics
See them shivering, see staring into the distance
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, the Matre D', see if I care
I do this for the company, I've got no-one to trust any to but myself

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

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