Luyện nghe bài hát Soliloquy

I wonder what he'll of me
I guess he'll me "the old man"
I he'll think I can lick
Ev'ry other father
Well, I can

I bet that he out to be
The image of his dad
But have more common sense
Than his father ever had

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

Bill. I will see that he is named me, I will
My boy, Bill, he'll be tall and tough as a tree, Bill
Like a tree he'll grow with his head held
And his planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try to boss or him around
No pot-bellied, bully'll boss him around

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

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

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

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

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

And I'll be damned if he'll marry his daughter
A skinny-lipped virgin blood like water
give him a peck and call it a kiss
And in his eyes through a *lorgnette*
Hey, why am I takin' on like
My kid ain't even been yet

I can see him when seventeen or so
And startin' in to go a girl
I can give him of pointers
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 father to a

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

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

She has a few and white young fellas of two and three
But my little girl gets hungry night and she comes home to me

I gotta get ready before she
Gotta make certain that she won't be up in slums with a lot o' bums like me
She's gotta be sheltered and fed and in the best that money 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