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 their dead uncle's
And I'll carry a gun but I'll shoot the bad guys
I to be a private eye
I want to go where no ever gone before
And I want to wield my evil father's laser
One step 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 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 to be the fastest draw in the wild, wild West
In boot and 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 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 want to 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 show no fear
I to be a buccaneer
(What's a buccaneer?)
(Too to pay for corn.)
(ha ha ha.)

In the sandbox and on the gym
Barbie 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 dad if you can come over and play with me
I be a photo-journalist college kid
And I wanna get by a radioactive arachnid
One lesson be learned by me
Is that with great power comes great
And I'll have an uncanny 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 into the of Macaulay Caulkin
While the other kids are to U2
I'll be spinning 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 didn't even exist! You're singing about the OK Corral, you
see the episode of the Gun from Star Trek, you think you know
everything there is to know about Wyatt Earp, gimme a break!)
(Hey, I know everything I to know about Wyatt 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...)