Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Island

MAN 1:
for the merchandise.
for the buttonhooks.
MAN 3:
Cash for the goods
Cash for the goods.
MAN 2:
Cash for the soft
for the fancy goods.

for the noggins, and the piggins, and the firkins.
MAN 3:
Cash for the cask and demijohn.
for the crackers, and the pickles, and the flypaper.
MAN 4:
Look, do you talk?
do you talk?
What do you
do you talk?
MAN 5:
do you get it?
MAN 4:
What do you
MAN 2:
You can talk, you can talk, you can
You can talk. You can bicker, bicker, bicker, you can
You can talk. You can talk, talk, talk, bicker, bicker, bicker.
You can talk all you wanna, but it's different it was.

No it aint, no it aint, but you gotta the territory
MAN 3:
Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi
Well, it's the model "T" Ford the trouble.
Made the wanna go, wanna get, wanna get, wanna get up and go.
7,8,9,10,12,14, 22, 23 miles to the seat.
MAN 2:
Yes, sir, yes, sir!
MAN 3:
Who's gonna patronize a little 2 by 4 of store anymore?
MAN 4:
What do you
do you talk?
MAN 5:
do you get it?

It's not the "T" at all,
Take a at the store,
At the store,
At the present day
At the day, modern,
Departmentalized store.
MAN 4:
What do you
What do you
do you talk?
What do you
MAN 5:
do you get it?
MAN 4:
What do you
do you talk?
What do you
MAN 5:
do you get it?
MAN 2:
You can talk, you can bicker.
You can talk, you can bicker.
You can talk, talk, talk,
You can bicker, bicker, bicker.
You can all you wanna,
But different than it was.

No, it ain't. But, you know the territory.
MAN 2:
Gone, gone, gone with the hogshead and demijohn. Gone with the sugar barrel, pickle barrel, milk pan,
gone the tub and the pail and the tierce.
MAN 3:
Ever a fellow by the name of Hill?
MAN 1:

MAN 2:



MAN 4:

MAN 5:

HAROLD


No!
MAN 4:
Never heard of any Hill.
MAN 3:
Now he doesn't the territory.
MAN 1:
Doesn't the territory?
MAN 2:
What's the fellows
MAN 3:
Never 'bout his line.
MAN 1:
Never worries his line?
MAN 3:
Or a doggone thing. He's just a bang beat, bell ringing, big haul, go, neck or nothing, rip roarin, every time
a bull's eye salesman. Professor Harold Hill, Harold Hill.
MAN 5:
What's the line?
MAN 4:
What's his

He's a fake and he know the territory.
MAN 4:
Look, do ya talk?
What do ya
What do ya
do ya talk?
MAN 3:
He's a man.
MAN 1:
He's a
MAN 2:
He's a
MAN 3:
He's a music man and he sells to the kids in the town with the big trombones and the rat-a-tat drums,
big brass bass, big brass bass, and the piccolo, the piccolo the uniforms too, with a shiny gold braid on the
coat and a big red runnnin...
MAN 2:
Well, I don't know much bands, but I do know you can't make a living selling big trombones, no sir.
Mandolin picks, perhaps and here and a Jew's harp...
2nd Salesman: No, the fellow sells bands, boys bands. I don't know how he it but he lives like a king and he dallies
and he gathers and he plucks and shines and when the man dances, certainly boys, what else? The piper him! Yes sir ,yes
sir,yes sir, yes sir, the man dances, certainly boys, what else? The piper pays him! Yes sir, Yes sir
But he doesn't know the territory!