Luyện nghe bài hát Grover The Waiter - Big Or Little

Blue Waiter!
Just a moment, Sir! (runs off stage)
Blue Waiter!
(running across stage): Just a second! (he runs 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 have two hamburgers; a big one and a little one. (whispering) May I you try the little one.
Blue Guy: All right, see it.
Grover: (goes the door in back, and yells to the kitchen staff) Singe the itty bitty, Charlie!
Blue Guy: (mumbling) I always get 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 enough to make a mouthful.)
Blue Guy: Wow, that is little.
Grover: Isn't it
Guy: That's hardly enough to feed a flea!
Grover: I wouldn't know. We never fed a flea here 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, take back and bring me the big hamburger.
Grover: Oh, no, no, maybe you want, oh say, or four little ones, cause we've had a lot of problems with our big one.
Guy: Look, your problem's no concern of mine; take back this little hamburger.
Grover: Here, let me sit down and talk to you. (sits on Blue Guy's chair next to him) First thing, we ...
Blue Guy: (Cutting off Grover) WILL YOU ME THE BIG HAMBURGER!
(Grover screams, frightened)
Yes, Sir!
Blue I haven't got all day!
Grover: All right, I you, I warned you. (goes through door, and yells) All right, Charlie, brrroil the biggie!
Blue (angrily) Boy, the nerve 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 down) I want .. the .. big ... ham ... bur .. ger ...
(He looks and then toward the cameras with a surprised look)
(Grover crashes 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 to take off.)
Grover: Uh, Sir, on the catsup, do you the big bottle 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 as Grover falls, then Blue Guy runs off.)