Luyện nghe bài hát Private I

I want to wear a Stetson hat and a trench coat
And I want to find a case-solving clue on a note
Mysterious dames hire me
To solve dead uncle's mystery
And I'll carry a gun but only shoot the bad guys
I to be a private eye
I want to go no man's ever gone before
And I want to wield my evil father's laser
One little for me
Gets bigger when there's no
And I'm gonna fly high in the sky faster than the of thought
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 them if I'm grow up
I'll do it on my own sweet time and what I is still up to me

I want to be the fastest draw in the wild, West
In boot and and a ten-gallon hat I'll be well dressed
I'll catch the bandits and throw them in
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 then make you 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
Barbie dolls and Tonka trucks were for her and him
I know I don't know
But you just ask my mom, she says I can be whatever I to be
And you just ask dad if you can come over and play with me
I wanna be a college kid
And I wanna get by a radioactive arachnid
One that'll be learned by me
Is that with great comes great responsibility
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 of a falcon
Then I want to jump into the arms of Caulkin
While the kids are dancing to U2
I'll be round and round in a tutu
I wanna be as limber as fully cooked
I want to be a male
(You be a WHAT?)
(I wanna be a ballerina!)
(No way!)
(No it's not, my says that I can be whatever I wanna be, like who
do YOU be? fricken uh...)
(Spider-Man, man)
(Spider-Man, oh, Spider-Man... like how 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 Star Trek, you you know
there is to know 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...)