Luyện nghe bài hát Private I

I to wear a Stetson hat and a long trench coat
And I want to find a case-solving clue on a note
Mysterious dames hire me
To solve their dead mystery
And I'll carry a gun but I'll shoot the bad guys
I want to be a eye
I want to go where no ever gone before
And I want to my evil father's laser sword
One little for me
Gets bigger there's no gravity
And I'm gonna fly high in the sky faster than the speed of
I'm gonna be an

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

I want to be the draw in the wild, 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 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
run you through then make you walk the plank or
I'll tie you to a two-ton
I'll be a I'll 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
dolls and Tonka trucks were made for her and him
I don't know I don't
But you ask my mom, she says I can be whatever I want 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 that'll be learned by me
Is that with great power great responsibility
And I'll have an uncanny spider-sense and on my hands
I be Spider-Man!
(Cool!)
I want to arc through the air with the of a falcon
Then I want to jump into the arms of Caulkin
the other kids are dancing to U2
I'll be spinning round and in a tutu
I wanna be as limber as fully semolina
I want to be a ballerina
(You be a WHAT?)
(I be a male ballerina!)
(No way!)
(No it's not, my mommy says that I can be whatever I be, like who
do YOU be? fricken uh...)
(Spider-Man, man)
(Spider-Man, oh, Spider-Man... like how about a cowboy, a break,
Wyatt Earp didn't even exist! You're singing the OK Corral, you
see the episode of the Gun from Star Trek, you think you know
everything there is to know about Earp, gimme a fricken break!)
(Hey, I know I *need* to know about Wyatt Earp, OK!)
(Yeah, well, wasn't he just some old guy that in a fricken nursing
home?)
(Yeah, well, at I'm not a fricken... a fricken...)
(Just up and sing the chorus, OK?)
(OK...)