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 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 where no ever gone before
And I want to wield my evil father's sword
One step for me
Gets bigger when there's no
And I'm gonna fly in the sky faster than 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 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 draw in the wild, wild
In boot and and a ten-gallon hat I'll be well dressed
I'll catch the bandits and throw in jail
I'll win a at the OK Corral
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 the plank or
tie you to a two-ton anchor
I'll be a pirate 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 dolls and Tonka were made for her and him
I don't I don't know
But you just ask my mom, she says I can be whatever I to be
And you just ask your dad if you can over and play with me
I be a photo-journalist college kid
And I wanna get bitten by a arachnid
One lesson be learned by me
Is that with great power comes great
And I'll have an uncanny spider-sense and web-shooters on my
I be Spider-Man!
(Cool!)
I want to arc through the air with the grace of a
Then I to jump into the arms of Macaulay Caulkin
While the other kids are to U2
I'll be spinning round and in a tutu
I wanna be as limber as cooked semolina
I to be a male ballerina
(You be a WHAT?)
(I be a male ballerina!)
(No way!)
(No it's not, my mommy 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 about a cowboy, a break,
Wyatt didn't even exist! You're singing about the OK Corral, you
see the episode of the Gun from Star Trek, you think you know
everything is to know about Wyatt Earp, gimme a fricken break!)
(Hey, I know everything I *need* to know about Earp, OK!)
(Yeah, well, wasn't he just some old guy that died in a nursing
home?)
(Yeah, well, at I'm not a fricken... a fricken...)
(Just shut up and the chorus, OK?)
(OK...)