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
Here in Caf

note a poet, a man of words by trade
And yes, a refugee from 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 and exceptional children
Which I am sure, makes her very pleased with

and gentlemen, sitting next 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 death on the outside
Sitting to him, on a banquette, a ballerina
had two grapes, a raisin, and a chicklet, and she's full
In fact, been stuffed for years

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

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

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

On my immediate right, several politicians, smiling
See them assure themselves 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 no-one to any secrets to but myself

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

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