Luyện nghe bài hát Private I

I to wear a Stetson hat and a long trench coat
And I to find 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 I'll 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 evil father's sword
One little for me
Gets bigger when no gravity
And I'm gonna fly high in the sky faster than the speed of
I'm be an astronaut

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

I want to be the fastest draw in the wild, wild
In boot and spurs and a ten-gallon hat be well dressed
I'll catch the bandits and throw in jail
I'll win a shootout at the OK
Oh me not on the lone prairie don't fence 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 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 don't know I know
But you just ask my mom, she says I can be I want to be
And you just ask your dad if you can come over and with me
I wanna be a college kid
And I wanna get bitten by a arachnid
One that'll be learned by me
Is that with great power comes great
And I'll have an spider-sense and web-shooters on my hands
I be Spider-Man!
(Cool!)
I want to arc the air with the grace of a falcon
Then I want to into the arms of Macaulay Caulkin
While the kids are dancing to U2
I'll be spinning and round in a tutu
I wanna be as limber as fully semolina
I want to be a male
(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 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 Spectre of the Gun from Trek, you think you know
everything there is to know about Earp, gimme a fricken break!)
(Hey, I know everything I *need* to know about 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 up and sing the chorus, OK?)
(OK...)