Luyện nghe bài hát Soliloquy

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

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

I'll teach him to wrassle and dive a wave
we go in the morning for our swim
His mother can teach him the way to
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, Bill
Like a tree he'll grow 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 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 or work on a rail with a hammer and hammer 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 town a whip and a horse and a hack

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

He might be a champ of the
Or a that sells you glue
Or of the United States
be all right, too

Spoken His mother would like that, but he wouldn't be 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 planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try to boss or toss him
No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll him around

And I'll be damned if he'll marry his boss's
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 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 'round any
I can him
Wait a
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 be so bad, at that
A kid ribbons in her hair
A kind of neat and petite little tin-type of her
What a

My little girl, pink and as peaches and cream is she
My little girl is half again as bright as girls meant to be
Dozens of boys pursue her, 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 hungry ev'ry night and she comes to me

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