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 bloodstained
Mysterious dames will me
To their dead uncle's mystery
And I'll carry a gun but I'll 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 little for me
Gets bigger when there's no
And I'm gonna fly high in the sky faster than the speed of
I'm be an astronaut

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

I want to be the fastest draw in the wild, wild
In and spurs 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 lone prairie fence me in, Roy
I to be a cowboy
I to say, "Land ho! Argghh! Avast!" and "Batten down 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 the plank or
tie you to a two-ton anchor
I'll be a pirate I'll show no
I want to be a
(What's a buccaneer?)
(Too to pay for corn.)
(ha ha ha.)

In the sandbox and on the gym
Barbie dolls and Tonka trucks were for her and him
I don't know I know
But you ask my mom, she says I can be whatever I want to be
And you ask your dad if you can come 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 want to arc through the air with the of a falcon
Then I want to jump into the of Macaulay Caulkin
While the other kids are to U2
I'll be spinning round and round in a
I wanna be as limber as cooked semolina
I want to be a male
(You be a WHAT?)
(I wanna be a 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 Earp didn't even exist! You're about the OK Corral, you
see the episode of the Gun from Star Trek, you think you know
everything there is to know about Wyatt Earp, a fricken break!)
(Hey, I everything I *need* to know about Wyatt Earp, OK!)
(Yeah, well, wasn't he just 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...)