Luyện nghe bài hát Private I

I to wear a Stetson hat and a long trench coat
And I want to find a clue on a bloodstained note
dames will 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 man's gone before
And I want to wield my evil 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 be an astronaut

People ask me, "When you gonna grow up
And you do what will 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 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
I'll catch the and throw them in jail
I'll win a shootout at the OK
Oh me not on the lone prairie don't fence me in, Roy
I want to be a
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 then make you walk the or
tie you to a two-ton anchor
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
Barbie dolls and Tonka trucks made for her and him
I don't know I know
But you just ask my mom, she I can be whatever I want to be
And you just ask your dad if you can come over and play me
I wanna be a photo-journalist kid
And I wanna get by a radioactive arachnid
One that'll be learned by me
Is with great power comes great responsibility
And I'll have an spider-sense and web-shooters on my hands
I be Spider-Man!
(Cool!)
I to arc through the air with the grace of a falcon
I want to jump into the arms of Macaulay Caulkin
While the other are dancing to U2
be spinning round and round in a tutu
I be as limber as fully cooked semolina
I to be a male ballerina
(You be a WHAT?)
(I wanna be a ballerina!)
(No way!)
(No it's not, my mommy says that I can be I wanna be, like who
do YOU be? fricken uh...)
(Spider-Man, man)
(Spider-Man, oh, Spider-Man... how about a cowboy, gimme a break,
Wyatt Earp didn't even exist! singing about the OK Corral, you
see the episode Spectre of the Gun from Star Trek, you think you
everything there is to about Wyatt Earp, gimme a fricken break!)
(Hey, I everything I *need* 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 up and sing the chorus, OK?)
(OK...)