Luyện nghe bài hát Private I

I want to wear a Stetson hat and a long trench
And I want to find a case-solving clue on a bloodstained
Mysterious dames will me
To their dead uncle's mystery
And I'll carry a gun but I'll only shoot the bad
I to be a private eye
I want to go where no ever gone before
And I want to wield my evil father's laser
One step for me
Gets when there's no gravity
And I'm gonna fly high in the sky than the speed of thought
I'm be an astronaut

People always ask me, "When you gonna 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 time and what I become is still 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
catch the bandits and throw them in jail
I'll win a shootout at the OK
Oh bury me not on the lone 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 to have a peg leg, a hook for an arm, and two eyepatches
I'll run you through then make you the plank or
I'll tie you to a anchor
I'll be a I'll show no fear
I to be a buccaneer
(What's a buccaneer?)
(Too to pay for corn.)
(ha ha ha.)

In the and on the jungle gym
Barbie and Tonka trucks were made for her and him
I don't know I don't
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 be a photo-journalist college kid
And I get bitten by a radioactive arachnid
One lesson 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 jump into the of Macaulay Caulkin
While the kids are dancing to U2
I'll be spinning round and in a tutu
I wanna be as 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... like how about a cowboy, a break,
Earp 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 about Wyatt Earp, gimme a fricken break!)
(Hey, I know everything I to know about Wyatt Earp, OK!)
(Yeah, well, wasn't he 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...)