Treasures from yesterday, being sung in a small cafe, catering to karoke.
Lifting spirits of people who come in to enjoy one another's company and great voices singing away.
Meals are great, all home-made, and served with a smile.
Good humor fills the environment and laughter is the adjacent sound across from rhythm, playing strong and loud.
A class act, a place to return to again and again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem