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 other fella's
Well, I can

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

I'll teach him to wrassle and dive through a
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 he is named after me, I will
My boy, Bill, be tall and tough as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree he'll grow with his head held
And his planted firm on the ground
And you won't see dare to try to boss or toss him around
No pot-bellied, bully'll boss him around

I don't give a damn what he 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 peddle a on his back
Or work up and down the streets of a town with a whip and a and a hack

He can a scow along a canal
Run a cow around a
Or maybe for a carousel
Of course, it takes talent to do that

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 would 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
Like a tree grow with his head 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 him around

And I'll be damned if he'll his boss's daughter
A skinny-lipped virgin with blood water
Who'll give him a peck and it a kiss
And in his eyes through a *lorgnette*
Hey, why am I on like this?
My kid ain't even been 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
if he is a girl?
You can fun with a son
But you got to be a father to a

She be so bad, at that
A kid ribbons in her hair
A kind of neat and petite little 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 pursue her, many a likely lad
Does he can to woo her from her faithful dad

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

I gotta get 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 that money can buy
I never knew how to get money but, I'll try, by God! try
go out and make it or steal it
Or it or die