Luyện nghe bài hát Soliloquy

I what he'll think of me
I he'll call me "the old man"
I guess he'll think I can
Ev'ry fella's father
Well, I can

I bet he turns out to be
The image of his dad
But he'll more common sense
his puddin'-headed father ever had

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

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

I give a damn what he does as long as he does what he likes
He can sit on his or work on a rail with a hammer and hammer in spikes
He can ferry a boat on a river or peddle a on his back
Or up and down the streets of a town with a whip and a horse and a hack

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

He might be a of the heavyweights
Or a fella that 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, Bill he'll be tall and as tough as a tree, Bill
a tree he'll grow with his head held high
And his feet firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody to try to boss or toss him around
No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, bully'll boss him around

And I'll be damned if marry his boss's daughter
A virgin with blood like water
Who'll give him a peck and 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 he's seventeen or so
And in to go with a girl
I can give him lots of
Very sound, on the way to get 'round any
I can him
Wait a
it be?
What the
if he is a girl?
You can fun with a son
But you got to be a to a girl

She be so bad, at that
A kid with ribbons in her
A kind of neat and petite tin-type of her mother
What a

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

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

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