Luyện nghe bài hát First Lady

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

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

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

For every week a hairdo,
Which means another
meetings with committees,
And sparing the "press"
Those dreary dinners,
When I stay up dawn
Counting all the
the guests have gone!

When march out in single file,
And I smile, smile, smile!
I'd rather be the
Or the third or the
Or the or the sixth
Or the seventh
Of the "first" of the land!

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

And oh the presents that they me
An awful lot of
An poodle
A dehydrated
A for "thanksgiving"
in a sack
But when they me a "diamond"
I must it back!

the whole cabinet arrives
And bring wives, wives, wives!
I'd be the second
Or the third or the
Or the or the sixth
Or the seventh
Of the "first" of the land!