Luyện nghe bài hát Pierre

There once was a boy Pierre,
Who would say,
I care.
Hear his story, my friend, for you'll find at the end, that a suitable moral there
One day, his mother said, as climbed out of bed,
"Good morning, darling boy, you are my joy."
said,
I care.
What would you like to
I care.
Some lovely of wheat?
I care.
Don't sit backwards on chair.
I care.
Or pour syrup on hair.
I care .
You are acting a clown.
I care.
And we to go to town.
I care.
Don't you to come my dear?
I care.
Would you stay right here?
I care.
So his left him there.
His said, "Get off your head
Or I will you up to bed!"
said,
I care.
I think that you could see,
I care.
Your is where your feet should be.
I care.
If you standing upside down,
I care.
We'll never, get to town,
I care.
If only you say I care,
I care.
I'd let you fold the chair,
I care.
So his left him there.
didn't take him anywhere.
Now as the began to fall,
A hungry lion a call.
He Pierre right in the eye,
And asked him: you like to die?
And said,
I care.
I can eat you you see,
I care.
you would be inside of me,
I care.
Then you'd have to bother,
I care.
With the mother and father,
I care.
Is that all you to say?
I care.
I'll eat you if I may.
So the ate Pierre.
Arriving at 6 o'clock,
His parents had a shock.
They found the lion in bed.
cried, "Pierre is surely dead!"
They pulled the by the hair,
They hit him the folding chair.
His mother cried, is Pierre?
And the answered,
I care!
His said,
"Pierre's in there?"
They the lion into the town.
The doctor him up and down.
And when the gave a roar,
Pierre fell out the floor.
He his eyes and scratched his head
And laughed he wasn't dead.
His mother cried and him tight.
His asked, "Are you alright?"
said, "I am feeling fine;
Please me home it's half past nine!"
The said, "If you would care,
To climb on me I'll you there!"
Then everyone at Pierre,
Who shouted, "Yes, indeed, I care!"
The lion took them to rest,
stayed on as a weekend guest.
The moral of is care!