Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Island

MAN 1:
for the merchandise.
for the buttonhooks.
MAN 3:
Cash for the cotton
for the hard goods.
MAN 2:
Cash for the goods
Cash for the goods.

for the noggins, and the piggins, and the firkins.
MAN 3:
Cash for the hogshead and demijohn.
for the crackers, and the pickles, and the flypaper.
MAN 4:
Look, do you talk?
What do you
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 different than it was.

No it aint, no it aint, but you know the territory
MAN 3:
Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi
Well, it's the model "T" made the trouble.
Made the people wanna go, 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 a little 2 by 4 kind of store anymore?
MAN 4:
What do you
do you talk?
MAN 5:
do you get it?

It's not the "T" at all,
a gander at the store,
At the store,
At the day store
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
What do you
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 gotta the territory.
MAN 2:
Gone, gone, gone with the cask and demijohn. Gone with the sugar barrel, pickle barrel, milk pan,
gone the tub and the pail and the tierce.
MAN 3:
Ever meet a fellow by the name of
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 line?
MAN 3:
Never worries his line.
MAN 1:
Never worries 'bout his
MAN 3:
Or a doggone thing. He's just a bang beat, bell ringing, big haul, great go, or nothing, rip roarin, every time
a bull's eye salesman. That's Professor Harold Hill, Hill.
MAN 5:
What's the fellows
MAN 4:
What's his

He's a fake and he know the territory.
MAN 4:
Look, what do ya
do ya talk?
What do ya
What do ya
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 clarinets to the kids in the town with the big trombones and the drums,
big brass bass, big brass bass, and the piccolo, the piccolo with the uniforms too, a shiny gold braid on the
and a big red stripe runnnin...
MAN 2:
Well, I know much about bands, but I do know you can't make a living selling big trombones, no sir.
Mandolin picks, perhaps and and there a Jew's harp...
2nd Salesman: No, the fellow sells bands, boys bands. I don't how he does 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, else? The piper pays him! Yes sir ,yes
sir,yes sir, yes sir, when the man dances, boys, what else? The piper pays him! Yes sir, Yes sir
Charlie: But he doesn't the territory!