Luyện nghe bài hát If I Were A Rich Man

Dear God, you made many, many people
I realize, of course, that it's no shame to be
But it's no honor, either
So what would have been so terrible if I had a small

If I a rich man
All day I'd biddy-biddy-bum
If I were a man
I wouldn't have to hard
If I were a biddy-biddy
Yaidle deedle daidle man

I'd build a big house with rooms by the dozen
in the middle of the town
A tin roof with real wooden floors below
could be one long staircase just going up
And one longer coming down
And one leading nowhere, just for show

I'd fill my with chicks and turkeys and geese
And ducks for the town to see and
just as noisily as they can
And loud pa-pa-gee! pa-pa-gaack! pa-pa-gee! pa-pa-gaack!
land like a trumpet on the ear
As if to say, "Here a wealthy man", oy

If I a rich man
All day long I'd
If I a wealthy man
I wouldn't to work hard
If I were a rich
deedle daidle daidle man

I see my wife, my goldey, looking like a rich man's
a proper double chin
Supervising meals to her heart's
I see her putting on airs and strutting a peacock
Oy, what a mood she's in!
Screaming at the day and night

The important men in town will come to fawn on me
They ask me to advise them like a Solomon the wise
"If you please, Reb Pardon me, Reb Tevye?"
Posing problems that would a rabbi's eyes
And it make one bit of difference if I answer right or wrong
When you're rich, they think you really

If I were rich, I'd the time that I lack
To sit in the synagogue and
And maybe a seat by the eastern wall
And I'd discuss the learned with the learned men
Seven every day
would be the sweetest thing of all, oy

If I a rich man
All day I'd biddy-biddy-bum
If I were a man
I wouldn't have to work

Lord who made the lion and the
You decreed I be what I am
Would it spoil some vast, eternal
If I were a wealthy