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 Guy) Yes, Sir! Grover, your waiter, at your service, Sir!
Guy: Yes, well, I'd like a hamburger.
Grover: Well, Sir, we have two hamburgers; a big one and a little one. (whispering) May I suggest you try the one.
Blue All right, let's see it.
Grover: (goes through the door in back, and yells to the kitchen staff) Singe the bitty, Charlie!
Guy: (mumbling) I always get this ding-a-ling every time I come in here.
(After a seconds, Grover comes out)
Grover: All right, Sir, the hamburger.
(Holds out the plate. On it is a small sandwich, not even to make a mouthful.)
Guy: Wow, that sure is little.
Grover: Isn't it
Guy: That's hardly enough to feed a flea!
Grover: I wouldn't know. We have never fed a flea before! (Laughs, and looks at Blue Guy, who's looking at him.) That's a waiter joke.
Blue Guy: Well, don't wait for the laughs. (Thinks) Uh, yeah, this back and bring me the big hamburger.
Grover: Oh, no, no, maybe you want, oh say, three or little ones, cause we've had a lot of problems with our big one.
Blue Guy: Look, your problem's no concern of mine; take back this hamburger.
Here, let me sit down and talk to you. (sits on Blue Guy's chair next to him) First thing, we have ...
Blue Guy: (Cutting off Grover) WILL YOU ME THE BIG HAMBURGER!
(Grover screams, frightened)
Yes, Sir!
Blue Guy: I got all day!
Grover: All right, I warned you, I warned you. (goes through door, and yells) All right, Charlie, the biggie!
Guy: (angrily) Boy, the nerve of that guy, trying to tell me what I want!
(viewer hears a rumbling in background starting here, grows progressively louder)
Blue Guy: I know what I want, (hears the sound, to slow down) I want .. the .. big ... ham ... bur .. ger ...
(He looks back and then the cameras with a surprised look)
(Grover crashes through the door with this enormous hamburger, which dwarfs him and the table. He strains 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 or the little bottle? Hm?
(Ending of two notes plays, Blue Guy starts to walk off again.)
WHOAAA!
(Tips over holding hamburger. Blue Guy looks back, there's a deafening crash as falls, then Blue Guy runs off.)