Luyện nghe bài hát Private I

I want to a Stetson hat and a long trench coat
And I want to a case-solving clue on a bloodstained note
Mysterious dames will me
To solve their uncle's mystery
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 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 always ask me, "When you grow up
And when you do will you be?"
That's when I tell them 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 dressed
I'll the bandits and throw them in jail
I'll win a at the OK Corral
Oh bury me not on the 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 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
I'll be a I'll show 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 and Tonka trucks were made for her and him
I don't I don't know
But you ask my mom, she says I can be whatever I want to be
And you just ask your dad if you can come and play with me
I be a photo-journalist college kid
And I wanna get bitten by a radioactive
One that'll be learned by me
Is that with great power great responsibility
And I'll have an uncanny and web-shooters on my hands
I be Spider-Man!
(Cool!)
I to arc through the air with the grace of a falcon
Then I to jump into the arms of Macaulay Caulkin
the other kids are dancing to U2
I'll be spinning round and in a tutu
I wanna be as as fully cooked semolina
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 be? fricken 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 there is to know Wyatt Earp, gimme a fricken break!)
(Hey, I know everything I *need* to know 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...)