Luyện nghe bài hát Private I

I want to wear a Stetson hat and a long coat
And I to find a case-solving clue on a bloodstained note
Mysterious dames will me
To solve dead uncle's mystery
And I'll carry a gun but I'll only the bad guys
I to be a private eye
I want to go where no man's ever gone
And I want to wield my evil laser sword
One little for me
Gets bigger when there's no
And I'm gonna fly high in the sky faster the speed of thought
I'm gonna be an

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

I want to be the fastest in the wild, wild West
In boot and spurs and a ten-gallon hat I'll be well
I'll catch the and throw them in jail
I'll win a at the OK Corral
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 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 I'll 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 know I don't 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 get bitten by a radioactive arachnid
One that'll be learned by me
Is that with great power comes great
And I'll 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 jump into the arms of Macaulay
While the other are dancing to U2
be spinning round and round in a tutu
I wanna be as 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... like how a cowboy, gimme a break,
Wyatt Earp didn't even exist! singing about the OK Corral, you
see the episode Spectre of the Gun Star Trek, you think you know
everything is to know about Wyatt Earp, gimme a fricken break!)
(Hey, I know 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 shut up and the chorus, OK?)
(OK...)