Luyện nghe bài hát Peter And The Wolf

Hello, and Girls.
This is a story that I like to call, and the Wolf''.
Are you sitting
Are you!?
Good, let's begin....

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

For instance, the of Billy the Bird 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, he's not a
clarinet. He's just --- you know, represented by a clarinet....

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

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

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

The kettle drum and drum represent the sub-machine-gun fire of the
hunters...

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

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

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

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

On the branch of a big tree sat a bird.
is quiet'', said the bird.
``Holy cow! A bird!'', thought Peter.

Just then, Bruce the Duck came waddling by. Bruce was happy that Peter
hadn't closed gate and he decided to check out the 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 can't fly?'', he said; to which the
cleverly replied, a duck! Stupid!''

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

Suddenly, something caught Peter's eye --- and you how painful that
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 towards him on his velvet paws. Well, his paws
weren't really velvet... they were, you know, of like velvet. It's
a, d'ya call it? Uh, a `metaphor'. It's a metaphor, get it?

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

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

the Cat walked around the tree and thought, ``Is it worth climbing up
so high, or I just send 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, then
you do, huh?''
Peter did not answer, because after all, it was a question.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But no how quickly Bruce tried to waddle away, he couldn't escape
the Wolf who was wearing his best pair of tennis shoes.

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

He got 'em! He got 'em! Oh no! Oh, it was terrible!
Oh, oh I believe it! Oh!
The humanity! The humanity! Oh my God! Ahh-hoh, oh, huh.

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

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

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

Meanwhile, Peter was standing the closed gate, videotaping everything
that was on.

Suddenly Peter got an idea. He ran and got a big spool of his
grandfather's unwaxed 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, is even faster than a twinkling.

Then he the branch and climbed onto the tree.

Peter said to Billy the Bird, ``I want you to fly down and circle the
Wolf's head to him, but be very careful he doesn't catch you and
bash 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 with his wings the Wolf
snapped angrily at him. ``Go ahead'', the Wolf, ``make my day''.

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

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

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

Peter tied the other end of the dental floss to the tree and left the
in mid-air.
``Hey, Big Bad Wolf'', said Peter, ``why you come up here and get
us

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

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

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

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

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

After him, the hunters leading the Wolf.

Then Grandfather, and the Cat, and finally, Bob the janitor who had to
up the whole mess.
Grandfather shook his head discontentedly, ``Well, Peter, what if you
caught the What then?''
``Well'', said Peter, ``he probably have ripped out my intestines with
his teeth.''
``(Cough/gag/choke)'', Grandfather, ``I know that, you idiot.
It was a question.''

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

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

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

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

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