Luyện nghe bài hát Private I

I want to a Stetson hat and a long trench coat
And I want to find a case-solving clue on a note
Mysterious dames hire me
To solve their dead uncle's
And I'll carry a gun but only shoot the bad guys
I want to be a eye
I want to go where no ever gone before
And I want to wield my evil father's sword
One step for me
Gets when there's no gravity
And I'm gonna fly high in the sky faster than the of thought
I'm gonna be an

People always ask me, "When you grow up
And when you do will you be?"
That's when I always tell if I'm gonna grow up
I'll do it on my own sweet and what I become is still up to me

I want to be the fastest draw in the wild, wild
In boot and spurs and a ten-gallon hat I'll be well
I'll catch the bandits and throw in jail
win a shootout at the OK Corral
Oh bury me not on the lone prairie fence me in, Roy
I to be a cowboy
I to say, "Land ho! Argghh! Avast!" and "Batten down the hatches!"
And I want to have a peg leg, a for an arm, and two eyepatches
I'll run you through make you walk the plank or
I'll tie you to a anchor
be a pirate I'll show no fear
I want to be a
(What's a buccaneer?)
(Too to pay for corn.)
(ha ha ha.)

In the sandbox and on the gym
Barbie dolls and Tonka trucks made for her and him
I don't I don't know
But you just ask my mom, she says I can be whatever I to be
And you just ask your dad if you can over and play with me
I wanna be a photo-journalist kid
And I wanna get bitten by a radioactive
One lesson that'll be by me
Is that with great power comes great
And I'll have an uncanny spider-sense and web-shooters on my
I be Spider-Man!
(Cool!)
I want to arc through the air with the of a falcon
Then I want to jump into the arms of Caulkin
While the other are dancing to U2
be spinning round and round in a tutu
I wanna be as limber as cooked semolina
I want to be a ballerina
(You be a WHAT?)
(I wanna be a ballerina!)
(No way!)
(No not, my mommy says that I can be whatever I wanna be, like who
do YOU wanna be? uh...)
(Spider-Man, man)
(Spider-Man, oh, Spider-Man... like how about a cowboy, a break,
Wyatt Earp didn't exist! You're singing about the OK Corral, you
see the episode Spectre of the Gun Star Trek, you think you know
there is to know about Wyatt Earp, gimme a fricken break!)
(Hey, I know everything I *need* to know about Earp, OK!)
(Yeah, well, wasn't he just some old guy that died in a nursing
home?)
(Yeah, well, at I'm not a fricken... a fricken...)
(Just shut up and the chorus, OK?)
(OK...)