Luyện nghe bài hát Soliloquy

I wonder what he'll of me
I he'll call me "the old man"
I guess he'll I can lick
Ev'ry other father
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 ever had

teach him to wrassle and dive through a wave
When we go in the morning for our
His mother can teach him the way to
But she make a sissy 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 tough as a tree, will
Like a tree he'll grow with his held high
And his feet planted firm on the
And you won't see nobody to try to boss or toss him around
No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll 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 on a rail with 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 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 talent to do that

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

Spoken His mother would that, but he wouldn't be President unless he wanted to be
Not

My boy, he'll be tall and as tough as a tree, will Bill
a tree he'll grow with his head held high
And his feet firm on the ground
And you see nobody dare to try to boss or toss him around
No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, bully'll boss him around

And be damned 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 look in his eyes through a
Hey, why am I takin' on this?
My kid ain't been born yet

I can see him he's seventeen or so
And in to go with a girl
I can give him of pointers
sound, on the way to get 'round 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 in her hair
A of neat and petite little tin-type of her mother
a pair

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

She has a few pink and young 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 dragged up in slums with a lot o' bums 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 make it or it
Or it or die