Luyện nghe bài hát Private I

I want to a Stetson hat and a long trench coat
And I want to find a case-solving clue on a bloodstained
Mysterious will 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 want to go where no ever gone before
And I want to my evil father's laser sword
One step for me
Gets when there's no gravity
And I'm gonna fly high in the sky faster than the of thought
I'm be an astronaut

People always ask me, "When you grow up
And when you do will you be?"
when I always 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 in the wild, wild West
In boot and spurs and a hat I'll be well dressed
catch the bandits and throw them in jail
I'll win a shootout at the OK
Oh bury me not on the lone prairie don't me in, Roy
I to be a cowboy
I to say, "Land ho! Argghh! Avast!" and "Batten down the hatches!"
And I want to have a peg leg, a hook for an arm, and two
I'll run you through make you walk the plank or
I'll tie you to a two-ton
be a pirate I'll 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 dolls and Tonka were made for her and him
I don't I don't know
But you just ask my mom, she says I can be 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 bitten by a radioactive
One lesson that'll be by me
Is that with great comes great responsibility
And have an uncanny spider-sense 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 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 limber as fully cooked
I to be a male 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 wanna be, who
do YOU wanna be? uh...)
(Spider-Man, man)
(Spider-Man, oh, Spider-Man... how about a cowboy, gimme a break,
Wyatt Earp even exist! You're singing about the OK Corral, you
see the episode Spectre of the Gun from Trek, you think you know
everything is to know about Wyatt Earp, gimme a fricken break!)
(Hey, I know everything I to know about Wyatt Earp, OK!)
(Yeah, well, he just some old guy that died in a fricken nursing
home?)
(Yeah, well, at I'm not a fricken... a fricken...)
(Just shut up and the chorus, OK?)
(OK...)