Luyện nghe bài hát Soliloquy

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

I bet he turns out to be
The spittin' of his dad
But he'll have 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 him the way to behave
But she won't make a out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not

Bill. I will see that he is named me, I will
My boy, Bill, be tall and tough as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree grow with his head held high
And his feet firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody to try to boss or toss him around
No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll boss him

I don't give a damn what he does as long as he does what he
He can sit on his tail or work on a rail with a hammer and hammer in
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 haul a scow a canal
Run a cow a corral
Or bark for a carousel
Of course, it talent to do that well

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

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

My boy, Bill he'll be and as tough as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree he'll grow with his head held
And his feet planted firm on the
And you won't see nobody to try to boss or toss him around
No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll him around

And I'll be if he'll marry his boss's daughter
A skinny-lipped virgin with blood water
Who'll him a peck and call it a kiss
And in his eyes through a *lorgnette*
Hey, why am I takin' on this?
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
sound, on the way to get 'round any girl
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 mighn't be so bad, at
A kid with in her hair
A kind of and petite little tin-type of her mother
a pair

My little girl, pink and as peaches and cream is she
My little girl is half as bright as girls were meant to be
Dozens of boys pursue her, a likely lad
what 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 and she comes home to me

I gotta get before she comes
Gotta 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 knew how to get money but, I'll try, by God! I'll try
I'll go out and it or steal it
Or it or die