Luyện nghe bài hát Wong's Chinese Buffet

I'm feeling hungry, empty tummy, and I want to make it
So I spend the day at Wong's and I eat till I explode

There's sixty types of delights, I gotta have them all
Chicken wings and onion rings, and and sour balls

At Wong's, come and with me
At Wong's, on the sea of
At Wong's, eat it hurts
But don't forget there's pudding for

The chicken's tough, the noodles are
And the mein's three days old
But it's quantity not quality has got my soul

So that plate, no mistake, there's no holding back
I stop until I got a packed digestive tract

A Wong's, no is a loss
At Wong's covered in red
At Wong's, everything is
And what's doesn't even matter

Stop! Ooooohhhhh. Second plate! Huh! plate! Oh.
plate. Ooooohh. Dessert. Uuuuuuugg.
cookie. I ate the fortune.

I try to leave, I want to heave, my whole body
Can stand, I tell you man, I got my money's worth

If I get the time I'm going to go to
And eat at their buffets
But I'm wonderin', how stay so thin
like this every day

At Wong's, chopsticks a try
At Wong's, to up your french fry
At Wong's, you know I'm coming
Eating here's the heart attack
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