Luyện nghe bài hát First Lady

( she's the lady, she's the first lady,
She's the lady of the land! )

She have been a teacher
A job she'd adore . . .
She might have been a
A wife and more!
She have been an actress
Who have played broadway!
But my had to be president ( hmm . . . )
And am I today?

I'm the "first" of the land,
The "first" of the land
on a receiving line,
Winding up with an aching
Calluses on my hand,
As the "first" of the land!

For every a different hairdo,
Which means dress
Those meetings committees,
And sparing the "press"
Those dreary dinners,
I stay up 'till dawn
Counting all the
When the have gone!

When march out in single file,
And I smile, smile, smile!
I'd rather be the
Or the or the forth
Or the fifth or the
Or the instead
Of the "first" of the land!

I'm the "first" of the land,
The "first" of the land
Entertaining at or tea,
Do do-gooders who on me
Telling of their deeds they've planned
For the "first" of the land!

And oh the presents that they me
An lot of junk
An un-housebroken
A skunk
A for "thanksgiving"
Potat'as in a
But when send me a "diamond"
I send it back!

When the whole arrives
And their wives, wives, wives!
I'd be the second
Or the third or the
Or the fifth or the
Or the instead
Of the "first" of the land!