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 sitting
Are you!?
Good, then begin....

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

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

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

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

The part of the will be played by Don Amiche.
He...
Can't it? Oh. Huh.
Okay, um, hmm, in that case, the of the Grandfather will 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 drum and bass 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 time ago, in a far far away... uh.... Oh, excuse me...

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

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

Just then, Bruce the Duck came by. Bruce was very happy that Peter
hadn't closed gate and he decided to check out the deep 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
replied, ``I'm a duck! Stupid!''

They argued and argued. The Duck swimming in the pond. The little
skipping the shore. (Scratch) Sorry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Boys like Peter are 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 luck have it, a big, mean, hairy, ferocious, snarling,
Wolf, huh, did come out of the forest!
But I guess we all knew was coming. I mean, the story is called,
`Peter and the Wolf'. We couldn't very well call it, and the Wolf'
if wasn't 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 so hard that he propelled himself backwards
and up dry land.

For those of you taking notes, this is a fine practical of Newton's
Law of Motion, which clearly states that 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 in on the Duck. It was getting closer and closer
and and then 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 with one big gulp, Seymore `wolfed' him down. (Burp)

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

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

Meanwhile, Peter was standing behind the gate, videotaping everything
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 Wolf was was conveniently
out over a high stone wall.

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

he grabbed the branch and climbed onto the tree.

Peter said to Billy the Bird, ``I you to fly down and circle around the
Wolf's head to distract him, but be very careful he doesn't you and
bash your skull in and tear out 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 while the Wolf
snapped angrily at him. ahead'', said the Wolf, ``make my day''.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

him, the hunters leading Seymore the Wolf.

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

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

Granfather decided that 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 about Bruce the Duck?
Well, the had been in such a hurry that he swallowed him... alive!
which means the gastric slowly disolved his body and he died a long,
death.

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

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