Luyện nghe bài hát If I Were A Rich Man

Dear God, you made many, many people
I realize, of course, that no shame to be poor
But no great honor, either
So what would been so terrible if I had a small fortune?

If I a rich man
All day I'd biddy-biddy-bum
If I a wealthy man
I have to work hard
If I were a rich
Yaidle deedle daidle man

I'd a big tall house with rooms by the dozen
in the middle of the town
A fine tin roof with real wooden below
There could be one long just going up
And one even longer down
And one more nowhere, just for show

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

If I a rich man
All day long I'd
If I a wealthy man
I have to work hard
If I were a rich
Yaidle deedle daidle man

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

The important men in town will come to fawn on me
They will ask me to advise them like a Solomon the
"If you please, Reb Pardon me, Reb Tevye?"
Posing problems that would cross a rabbi's
And it won't make one bit of difference if I right or wrong
When you're rich, they think you know

If I were rich, I'd have the time I lack
To sit in the and pray
And maybe a seat by the eastern wall
And I'd discuss the learned books the learned men
Seven hours day
That would be the sweetest of all, oy

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

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