Luyện nghe bài hát Soliloquy

I wonder what he'll of me
I guess call me "the old man"
I guess he'll think I can
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 ever had

I'll teach him to and dive through 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 named me, I will
My boy, Bill, he'll be tall and tough as a tree, will
Like a he'll grow with his head held high
And his feet planted 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 give a damn what he does 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 up and down the streets 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 bark for a carousel
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 United
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
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, bully'll boss him around

And I'll be if he'll marry his boss's daughter
A skinny-lipped with blood like water
Who'll give him a and call it a kiss
And in his eyes through 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 in to go with a girl
I can him lots of pointers
Very sound, on the way to get any girl
I can him
Wait a
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 with ribbons in her
A kind of neat and petite tin-type of her mother
What a

My little girl, pink and as peaches and cream is she
My little girl is again as bright as girls were meant to be
Dozens of boys pursue her, many a lad
what he can to woo her from her faithful dad

She has a few and white young fellas of two and three
But my little girl hungry ev'ry night and she comes home 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
gotta be sheltered and fed and dressed in the best 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