Luyện nghe bài hát Private I

I want to a Stetson hat and a long trench coat
And I want to find a case-solving clue on a bloodstained
dames will hire me
To solve their uncle's mystery
And I'll carry a gun but I'll shoot the bad guys
I want to be a eye
I want to go where no man's gone before
And I want to my evil father's laser sword
One little for me
Gets when there's no gravity
And I'm fly high in the sky faster than the speed of thought
I'm be an astronaut

People always ask me, "When you grow 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 sweet time and I become is still up to me

I want to be the draw in the wild, wild West
In boot and spurs and a ten-gallon hat be well dressed
I'll catch the bandits and them in jail
win a shootout at the OK Corral
Oh bury me not on the prairie don't fence me in, Roy
I want to be a
I want to say, "Land ho! Argghh! Avast!" and "Batten the hatches!"
And I want to have a peg leg, a hook for an arm, and two
run you through then make you walk the plank or
I'll tie you to a 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 and on the jungle gym
Barbie dolls and Tonka trucks made for her and him
I don't I don't know
But you ask my mom, she says I can be whatever I want to be
And you just ask your dad if you can come over and play me
I wanna be a college kid
And I wanna get by a radioactive arachnid
One lesson be learned by me
Is with great power comes great responsibility
And I'll have an uncanny spider-sense and web-shooters on my
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
the other kids are dancing to U2
I'll be spinning and round in a tutu
I wanna be as limber as fully semolina
I want to be a male
(You be a WHAT?)
(I wanna be a ballerina!)
(No way!)
(No it's not, my mommy says that I can be whatever I be, like who
do YOU be? fricken uh...)
(Spider-Man, man)
(Spider-Man, oh, Spider-Man... how about 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, gimme a 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...)