Luyện nghe bài hát Private I

I want to wear a Stetson hat and a long coat
And I want to a case-solving clue on a bloodstained note
Mysterious will hire me
To solve their dead uncle's
And I'll a gun but I'll only shoot the bad guys
I to be a private eye
I want to go where no man's ever before
And I want to wield my evil father's sword
One step for me
Gets when there's no gravity
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 gonna up
And when you do what you be?"
That's when I always tell if I'm gonna grow up
I'll do it on my own sweet time and I become is still up to me

I to be the fastest draw in the wild, wild West
In boot and and a ten-gallon hat I'll be well dressed
catch the bandits 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 make you walk the 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 sandbox and on the gym
dolls and Tonka trucks were made for her and him
I don't know I don't
But you just ask my mom, she I can be whatever I want to be
And you just ask your dad if you can over and play with me
I wanna be a photo-journalist kid
And I wanna get bitten by a radioactive
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 to arc through the air with the grace of a falcon
Then I want to into the arms of Macaulay Caulkin
While the other are dancing to U2
I'll be spinning round and in a tutu
I wanna be as limber as cooked semolina
I want to be a ballerina
(You be a WHAT?)
(I be a male ballerina!)
(No way!)
(No it's not, my mommy says that I can be whatever I wanna be, who
do YOU be? fricken uh...)
(Spider-Man, man)
(Spider-Man, oh, Spider-Man... like how a cowboy, gimme a break,
Wyatt Earp didn't even exist! You're singing the OK Corral, you
see the episode Spectre of the Gun from Star Trek, you think you
everything there is to know about Wyatt Earp, a fricken break!)
(Hey, I know everything I *need* to about Wyatt 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 shut up and the chorus, OK?)
(OK...)