Luyện nghe bài hát Cafe Shabu

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

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

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

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

Prison, and a sentence on the outside
Sitting next to him, on a banquette, a
She's had two grapes, a raisin, and a chicklet, and full
In fact, she's 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
over the very over-emphasis of colour-violence
Violence on the end of the scale

to them, two off-duty detectives
Checking each other out, next door to the
See them shivering, see them staring the distance
See growing, oh, see them go comatose, Insulin please, Matre D'

On my immediate right, several politicians, lizard-like
See them themselves that their status is indeed 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 attic on the
Are the pictures I in part-payment for my time
And the waitress reminds you that in the room bathed in red

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