Luyện nghe bài hát First Lady

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

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

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

For week a different hairdo,
means another dress
Those with committees,
And sparing the "press"
Those dreary dinners,
When I stay up 'till
all the silver
When the have gone!

When march out in single file,
And I smile, smile, smile!
I'd be the second
Or the or the forth
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
at lunch or tea,
Do who call on me
Telling of noble deeds they've planned
For the "first" of the land!

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

When the whole arrives
And bring wives, wives, wives!
I'd be the second
Or the or the forth
Or the or the sixth
Or the instead
Of the "first" of the land!