Luyện nghe bài hát Soliloquy

I wonder what think of me
I guess he'll 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 have more common sense
Than his puddin'-headed 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 a sissy 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, Bill
Like a tree grow with his head held high
And his feet planted on the ground
And you won't see nobody to try to boss or toss him around
No pot-bellied, bully'll boss him around

I don't give a damn what he does as long as he does what he
He can sit on his tail or work on a rail with a hammer and 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 with a whip and a horse and a hack

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

He be a champ of the heavyweights
Or a fella sells 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 held high
And his planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try to or toss him around
No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll boss him

And be damned if he'll marry his boss's daughter
A skinny-lipped virgin with blood like
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 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 fun with a son
But you got to be a father to a

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

My little girl, 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 what he can to woo her her faithful dad

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

I get ready before she comes
make certain 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 money can buy
I never knew how to get money but, try, by God! I'll try
I'll go out and it or steal it
Or it or die