Luyện nghe bài hát Private I

I want to wear a Stetson hat and a long coat
And I want to find a case-solving clue on a note
dames will 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 to go where no man's ever gone before
And I want to wield my father's laser sword
One little for me
bigger when there's no gravity
And I'm gonna fly high in the sky faster than the speed of
I'm be an astronaut

People always ask me, "When you gonna up
And when you do what you be?"
That's when I always tell them if I'm gonna up
do it on my own sweet time 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 dressed
I'll the bandits and throw them in jail
I'll win a shootout at the OK
Oh me not on the lone prairie don't fence me in, Roy
I to be a cowboy
I want to say, "Land ho! Argghh! Avast!" and "Batten the hatches!"
And I to have a peg leg, a hook for an arm, and two eyepatches
I'll run you through then make you the plank or
tie you to a two-ton anchor
I'll be a pirate I'll show no
I want to be a
(What's a buccaneer?)
(Too to pay for corn.)
(ha ha ha.)

In the sandbox and on the gym
dolls and Tonka trucks were made for her and him
I know 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 come and play with me
I wanna be a college kid
And I wanna get by a radioactive arachnid
One lesson be learned by me
Is that great power comes great responsibility
And I'll have an uncanny and web-shooters on my hands
I be Spider-Man!
(Cool!)
I want to arc the air with the grace of a falcon
Then I to jump into the arms of Macaulay Caulkin
While the other are dancing to U2
I'll be spinning round and round in a
I wanna be as limber as fully cooked
I want to be a ballerina
(You be a WHAT?)
(I be a male 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 a cowboy, gimme a break,
Wyatt Earp didn't even exist! singing about the OK Corral, you
see the episode Spectre of the Gun Star Trek, you think you know
everything is to know about Wyatt Earp, gimme 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...)