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 runs to The Blue Guy) Yes, Sir! Grover, your waiter, at your service, Sir!
Blue Guy: Yes, well, I'd a hamburger.
Well, Sir, we have 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 staff) Singe the itty bitty, Charlie!
Guy: (mumbling) I always get this ding-a-ling every time I come in here.
(After a couple seconds, comes out)
Grover: All right, Sir, the hamburger.
(Holds out the plate. On it is a small sandwich, not even enough to a mouthful.)
Guy: Wow, that sure is little.
Grover: it sweet?
Blue Guy: That's hardly 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.
Grover: Oh, no, no, 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 of mine; take back this little hamburger.
Grover: Here, let me sit down and talk to you. (sits on Blue Guy's chair to him) First thing, we have ...
Blue (Cutting off Grover) WILL YOU BRING ME THE BIG HAMBURGER!
(Grover screams, frightened)
Yes, Sir!
Blue I haven't 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 nerve of 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 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 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.)