Luyện nghe bài hát Soliloquy

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

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

teach him to wrassle and dive through a wave
When we go in the morning for our
His can teach him the way to behave
But she make 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, he'll be tall and 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 dare to try to boss or him around
No pot-bellied, bully'll boss him around

I don't a damn what he does as long as he does what he likes
He can sit on his tail or work on a rail with a and hammer in spikes
He can ferry a boat on a river or peddle a on his back
Or work up and down the 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 takes to do that well

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

Spoken His would 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, will
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 fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll him around

And I'll be damned if he'll marry his daughter
A virgin with blood like water
Who'll give him a and call it a kiss
And look in his eyes through a
Hey, why am I on like this?
My kid ain't been born yet

I can see him he's seventeen or so
And startin' in to go with a
I can him lots of pointers
sound, on the way to get 'round any girl
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 to a girl

She mighn't be so bad, at
A kid with in her hair
A kind of neat and little tin-type of her mother
a pair

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

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

I gotta get ready she comes
Gotta make certain that she be dragged up in slums with a lot o' bums like me
She's be sheltered and fed and dressed in the best that money can buy
I never knew how to get money but, try, by God! I'll try
I'll go out and make it or it
Or it or die