Luyện nghe bài hát Private I

I want to wear a Stetson hat and a long trench
And I want to find a case-solving on a bloodstained note
dames will hire me
To solve dead uncle's mystery
And I'll a gun but I'll only shoot the bad guys
I want to be a eye
I want to go no man's ever gone before
And I want to wield my evil father's laser
One step for me
Gets bigger when no gravity
And I'm gonna fly high in the sky faster than the of thought
I'm be an astronaut

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

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

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