Luyện nghe bài hát Barangrill

Three waitresses all wearing black diamond
Talking about and Singapore slings
No trouble in their faces not one voice
None of the crazy you get from too much

The thumb and the satchel or the rented
And you think she knows by the second refill
You think she's enlightened as she totals your
You say "Show me the way to Barangrill"

Well some say it's in they say "Humble makes pure"
You're hoping it's near folly 'cause you're headed way for sure
And you just have to laugh 'cause it's all so
Ah, her mind's on her boyfriend and over easy

It's just a trick on you her and your will
So, you ask the truck on the way to the till
But just a slave to Barangrill

The guy at the gas pumps he's got a lot of
He sings merry Christmas for you just like Nat Cole
And he up his own tune right on the spot
About whitewalls and windshields and this job got

And you want to get moving and you to stay still
But in the moment some longing gets filled
And you even to ask "Hey, where's Barangrill?"