Luyện nghe bài hát Soliloquy

I wonder what think of me
I guess call me "the old man"
I guess think I can lick
Ev'ry other fella's
Well, I can

I bet that he out to be
The spittin' of his dad
But he'll have common sense
Than his father ever had

I'll teach him to wrassle and dive a wave
When we go in the for our swim
His mother can him the way to behave
But she won't make a out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not

Bill. I will see that he is named after me, I
My boy, Bill, he'll be tall and tough as a tree, will
Like a tree he'll grow with his head high
And his feet planted firm on the
And you see nobody dare to try to boss or toss him around
No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed boss him around

I don't give a what he does as long as he does what he likes
He can sit on his tail or work on a rail a hammer and hammer in spikes
He can ferry a boat on a river or a pack on his back
Or work up and down the streets of a town with a whip and a and a hack

He can haul a along a canal
Run a cow around a
Or bark for a carousel
Of course, it talent to do that well

He be a champ of the heavyweights
Or a fella sells you glue
Or of the United States
be all right, too

Spoken His mother like that, but he wouldn't be President unless he wanted to be
Not

My boy, he'll be tall and as tough as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree he'll grow his head held high
And his planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try to boss or him around
No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed boss him around

And I'll be if he'll marry his boss's daughter
A skinny-lipped with blood like water
Who'll give him a and call it a kiss
And look in his eyes through a
Hey, why am I takin' on this?
My kid ain't even born yet

I can see him when seventeen or so
And startin' in to go with a
I can give him lots of
Very sound, on the way to get 'round any
I can him
a minute
it be?
What the
What if he is a
You can have fun a son
But you got to be a to a girl

She be so bad, at that
A kid with in her hair
A of neat and petite little tin-type of her mother
a pair

My little girl, pink and as peaches and cream is she
My girl is half again as bright as girls were meant to be
Dozens of boys pursue her, a likely lad
Does what he can to woo her her faithful dad

She has a few pink and young fellas of two and three
But my little girl hungry ev'ry night and she comes home to me

I get ready before she comes
Gotta make certain that she won't be dragged up in with a lot o' bums like me
She's gotta be sheltered and fed and dressed in the best that can buy
I never knew how to get money but, I'll try, by God! try
I'll go out and it or steal it
Or it or die