Luyện nghe bài hát Soliloquy

I wonder he'll think 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 spittin' of his dad
But have more common sense
Than his puddin'-headed father had

I'll teach him to wrassle and through 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 see that he is named after me, I will
My boy, Bill, he'll be tall and as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree he'll grow with his head high
And his feet firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try to or toss him around
No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll 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 and hammer in spikes
He can ferry a on a river or peddle a pack on his back
Or work up and down the streets of a town a whip and a horse and a hack

He can a scow along a canal
Run a cow around a
Or maybe bark for a
Of course, it takes 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 would like that, but he be President unless he wanted to be
Not

My boy, Bill he'll be and as tough as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree grow with his head held high
And his planted 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, baggy-eyed bully'll boss him

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

I can see him he's seventeen or so
And startin' in to go with a
I can give him of pointers
Very sound, on the way to get any girl
I can him
a minute
it be?
What the
if he is a girl?
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 of neat and petite little tin-type of her mother
What a

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

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

I get ready before she comes
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 dressed in the best that can buy
I never knew how to get but, I'll try, by God! I'll try
I'll go out and make it or it
Or it or die