Luyện nghe bài hát Grover The Waiter - Big Or Little

Blue Waiter!
Grover: a moment, Sir! (runs off stage)
Guy: Waiter!
Grover (running across stage): Just a second! (he runs over to The Blue Guy) Yes, Sir! Grover, your waiter, at service, Sir!
Blue Guy: Yes, well, I'd a hamburger.
Grover: Well, Sir, we have two hamburgers; a big one and a one. (whispering) May I suggest you try the little one.
Blue Guy: All right, see it.
Grover: (goes through the door in back, and to the kitchen staff) Singe the itty bitty, Charlie!
Blue Guy: (mumbling) I get this ding-a-ling every time I come in here.
(After a couple seconds, Grover out)
All right, Sir, the little hamburger.
(Holds out the plate. On it is a sandwich, not even enough to make a mouthful.)
Blue Wow, that sure is little.
Grover: Isn't it
Blue Guy: That's enough to feed a flea!
Grover: I wouldn't know. We have fed a flea here before! (Laughs, and looks at Blue Guy, who's looking at him.) That's a waiter joke.
Blue Guy: Well, wait for the laughs. (Thinks) Uh, yeah, take this back and bring me the big hamburger.
Oh, no, no, maybe you want, oh say, three or four little ones, cause we've had a lot of problems with our big one.
Blue Guy: Look, your problem's no concern of mine; back this little hamburger.
Grover: Here, let me sit down and talk to you. (sits on Blue Guy's next to him) First thing, we have ...
Blue Guy: (Cutting off Grover) YOU BRING ME THE BIG HAMBURGER!
(Grover screams, frightened)
Yes, Sir!
Blue Guy: I got all day!
Grover: All right, I warned you, I you. (goes through door, and yells) All right, Charlie, brrroil the biggie!
Blue Guy: (angrily) Boy, the of that guy, trying to tell me what I want!
(viewer hears a rumbling sound in background here, grows progressively louder)
Blue Guy: I know what I want, (hears the sound, starts to slow down) I .. the .. big ... ham ... bur .. ger ...
(He looks back and then toward the with a surprised look)
(Grover crashes through the with this enormous hamburger, which dwarfs him and the table. He strains under the weight and places the hamburger on the table. Blue Guy's scared out of his mind, comes out from under the table, and starts to take off.)
Grover: Uh, Sir, on the catsup, do you want the big bottle or the little Hm?
(Ending music of two notes plays, Guy starts to walk off again.)
WHOAAA!
(Tips over hamburger. Blue Guy looks back, there's a deafening crash as Grover falls, then Blue Guy runs off.)