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 on a bloodstained note
Mysterious dames hire me
To solve dead uncle's mystery
And carry a gun but I'll only shoot the bad guys
I to be a private 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
Gets bigger there's no gravity
And I'm gonna fly high in the sky than the speed of thought
I'm be an astronaut

People ask me, "When you gonna grow up
And when you do will you be?"
That's when I always 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 draw in the wild, West
In boot and spurs and a ten-gallon hat I'll be well
catch 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 want to be a
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 then make you walk the plank or
tie you to a two-ton anchor
I'll be a pirate show no fear
I want to be a
(What's a buccaneer?)
(Too to pay for corn.)
(ha ha ha.)

In the and on the jungle gym
Barbie dolls and Tonka trucks were 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 ask your 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 be learned by me
Is that with power comes great responsibility
And I'll an uncanny spider-sense and web-shooters on my hands
I be Spider-Man!
(Cool!)
I want to arc through the air with the of a falcon
Then I to jump into the arms of Macaulay Caulkin
While the kids are dancing to U2
be spinning round and round in a tutu
I be as limber as fully cooked semolina
I want to be a male
(You be a WHAT?)
(I be a male ballerina!)
(No way!)
(No it's not, my says that I can be whatever I wanna be, like who
do YOU wanna be? uh...)
(Spider-Man, man)
(Spider-Man, oh, Spider-Man... how about a cowboy, gimme a break,
Wyatt Earp didn't even exist! You're about the OK Corral, you
see the episode Spectre of the Gun from Star Trek, you think you
everything there is to know Wyatt Earp, gimme a fricken break!)
(Hey, I everything I *need* to know about Wyatt Earp, OK!)
(Yeah, well, wasn't he just some old guy died in a fricken nursing
home?)
(Yeah, well, at I'm not a fricken... a fricken...)
(Just shut up and the chorus, OK?)
(OK...)