Luyện nghe bài hát Grover The Waiter - Big Or Little

Blue Waiter!
Just a moment, Sir! (runs off stage)
Blue Waiter!
Grover (running across stage): Just a second! (he over to The Blue Guy) Yes, Sir! Grover, your waiter, at your service, Sir!
Blue Guy: Yes, well, I'd a hamburger.
Grover: Well, Sir, we two hamburgers; a big one and a little one. (whispering) May I suggest you try the little one.
Blue Guy: All right, see it.
Grover: (goes through the door in back, and yells to the kitchen staff) the itty bitty, Charlie!
Blue Guy: (mumbling) I always get this ding-a-ling time I come in here.
(After a couple seconds, comes out)
All right, Sir, the little hamburger.
(Holds out the plate. On it is a sandwich, not even enough to make a mouthful.)
Blue Guy: Wow, sure is little.
Grover: it sweet?
Blue Guy: That's enough to feed a flea!
Grover: I wouldn't know. We have never fed a flea here before! (Laughs, and looks at Blue Guy, looking at him.) That's a waiter joke.
Blue Guy: Well, don't for the laughs. (Thinks) Uh, yeah, take this back and bring me the big hamburger.
Grover: Oh, no, no, maybe you want, oh say, three or four 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 little hamburger.
Grover: Here, let me sit down and talk to you. (sits on Blue chair next to him) First thing, we have ...
Guy: (Cutting off Grover) WILL YOU BRING 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 door, and yells) All right, Charlie, brrroil the biggie!
Blue Guy: (angrily) Boy, the nerve of that guy, trying to tell me I want!
(viewer a rumbling sound 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 toward the cameras with a look)
(Grover through the door 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, Blue Guy starts to off again.)
WHOAAA!
(Tips holding hamburger. Blue Guy looks back, there's a deafening crash as Grover falls, then Blue Guy runs off.)