Luyện nghe bài hát Peter And The Wolf

Hello, and Girls.
is a story that I like to call, ``Peter and the Wolf''.
Are you comfortably?
Are you!?
Good, then begin....

Each is represented by a different instrument of the synthesized
orchestra.

For instance, the part of Billy the is played by a flute, like this...

The part of the Duck is played by an oboe...

Louie the Cat is a clarinet. All right, not really a
clarinet. He's just --- you know, he's by a clarinet....

The part of the will be played by Don Amiche.
He...
make it? Oh. Huh.
Okay, um, hmm, in that case, the part of the Grandfather will be by,
huh, a bassoon....

Three French horns play the of... uhm... three French horns... uh...

(The Wolf! the Wolf!) Right! The Wolf. Seymore the Wolf....

The kettle drum and bass drum represent the fire of the
hunters...

And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the is played by the
accordion.

Well, it for the introductions. And now, the story.

A time ago, in a galaxy far far away... uh.... Oh, excuse me...

Once upon a --- I think it was last Thursday --- a boy named Peter
opened the gate and went out into the big meadow.

On the branch of a big sat a little bird.
``All is quiet'', the bird.
``Holy cow! A talking bird!'', Peter.

Just then, Bruce the Duck came waddling by. Bruce was very happy that
hadn't closed gate and he decided to out the deep pond in the meadow.

Billy the Bird saw the Duck, so he to fly down and pick an argument
him.

``What kind of bird are you if you fly?'', he said; to which the Duck
cleverly replied, a duck! Stupid!''

They argued and argued. The Duck swimming in the pond. The bird
along the shore. (Scratch) Sorry.

Suddenly, something caught Peter's eye --- and you know how painful
can be. It was Louie the Cat crawling the grass.

Louie the Cat thought, ``If the Bird is busy arguing, I'll just him''.
So quietly, Louie crept towards him on his velvet paws. Well, his
weren't really velvet... they were, you know, kind of like velvet.
a, what d'ya it? Uh, a `metaphor'. It's a metaphor, get it?

``Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! out! Look out! Look
out! Look out! out!'', advised Peter.

The bird immediately flew up into the tree... while Bruce the quacked
at Louie the Cat... the middle of the pond.

Louie the Cat walked around the tree and thought, it worth climbing up
so high, or should I just out for pizza?''

Grandfather out. He was all bent out of shape because Peter had gone
the meadow.

``It's a dangerous place. If a Wolf should come out of the forest, what
you do, huh?''
Peter did not answer, after all, it was a rhetorical question.

like Peter are afraid of a lot of things, like Nuclear annihilation and
flunking algebra, but not afraid of Wolves.

But Grandfather got Peter in a headlock and dragged him home, him
that he was grounded and that he watch any cartoons for three weeks.

Just then, as would have it, a big, mean, hairy, ferocious, snarling,
carnivorous Wolf, huh, did out of the forest!
But I we all knew that was coming. I mean, the story is called,
`Peter and the Wolf'. We couldn't very well it, `Peter and the Wolf'
if wasn't any wolf, could we?
Huh, that be really stupid.

The Cat was up the tree in a twinkling; is about, oh, 2.3 seconds.

Bruce the Duck quacked so hard he propelled himself backwards
and up dry land.

For those of you taking notes, this is a fine example of Newton's
First Law of Motion, which clearly states for every action there is
an equal and reaction.

But no matter how quickly Bruce tried to waddle away, he escape
Seymore the Wolf who was wearing his pair of tennis shoes.

The Wolf was closing in on the Duck. It was getting closer and
and closer and and then....

He got 'em! He got 'em! Oh no! Oh, it was terrible!
Oh, oh I can't it! Oh!
The humanity! The humanity! Oh my God! Ahh-hoh, oh, huh.

And then with one big gulp, `wolfed' him down. (Burp)

Um, let me recap the story briefly in case you just into the room:
Louie the Cat was on one branch. Billy the Bird was on another
branch, not too close to Louie, and Bob the Janitor was at defrosting
his refrigerator.

The Wolf walked around the tree so many times that he a small trench.

Meanwhile, Peter was standing behind the closed gate, videotaping
was going on.

Suddenly Peter got an idea. He ran and got a big spool of his
grandfather's dental floss.

One of the branches of the tree that the was circling was conveniently
stretched out a high stone wall.

Peter scaled the wall, lickity-split, which is even than a twinkling.

Then he grabbed the branch and onto the tree.

Peter said to Billy the Bird, ``I want you to fly and circle around the
Wolf's head to distract him, but be very he doesn't catch you and
your skull in and tear out your lungs and chew you up into itsy-bitsy
teeny-tiny pieces.''

``Okay'', the bird.

Billy the Bird almost touched the Wolf's head his wings while the Wolf
snapped angrily at him. ``Go ahead'', the Wolf, ``make my day''.

``Come on, cut it out'', the Wolf, ``you're askin' for trouble,
Punk''. But Billy the Bird just kept on him.

Meanwhile, Peter made a lasso out of the dental and, carefully letting
it down, caught the Wolf by the tail and pulled all his might.

Feeling himself caught, the got really ticked off and started jerking back
and forth.

Peter tied the other end of the dental floss to the and left the Wolf
in mid-air.
``Hey, Big Bad Wolf'', said Peter, ``why don't you come up and get
us

``I would'', said the Wolf, ``but, well, I'm kinda up right now.''

Just then, some of the National Rifle Association came out of the
woods, firing their magnums, and bazookas.

But Peter yelled, ``Don't shoot. Billy the and I have caught the Wolf.
Now, let's him to the Zoo''.

idea!'', said the hunters, ``and if he likes that, next week we'll
him to Disneyland!''

Just the victory parade. Peter was at the head. (Flush)
But after a few minutes he was through and then the parade began with
at the front.

After him, the hunters leading the Wolf.

Then Grandfather, and Louie the Cat, and finally, Bob the who had to
sweep up the mess.
Grandfather shook his discontentedly, ``Well, Peter, what if you hadn't
the Wolf? What then?''
``Well'', said Peter, ``he probably would have ripped out my intestines
his teeth.''
``(Cough/gag/choke)'', Grandfather, ``I know that, you idiot.
It was a question.''

Above them, Billy the Bird proudly. ``Yeah, that's right. We bad.
We bad''.

Granfather decided that he'd had enough of the and the meadow and the
stinking scene, so he ran off to Los Angeles and joined a Heavy Metal
band.

And what about Bruce the
Well, the Wolf had been in such a hurry he swallowed him... alive!
which means the gastric juices disolved his body and he died a long,
death.

However, you'll be happy to hear that just a few years later he was
as MacLaine.

And the moral of the is... oral hygiene is very important. Make sure you
see your at least twice a year