Luyện nghe bài hát Soliloquy

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

I bet that he out to be
The image of his dad
But have more common sense
Than his father ever had

teach him to wrassle and dive through a wave
When we go in the morning for our
His mother can him the way to behave
But she won't 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 he'll grow with his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the
And you won't see nobody dare to try to or toss him around
No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed boss him around

I don't give a damn what he does as long as he 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 or peddle a pack on his back
Or work up and down the streets of a town with a whip and a horse and a

He can haul a scow along a
Run a cow around a
Or bark for a carousel
Of course, it takes talent to do that

He be a champ 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, Bill
Like a 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, baggy-eyed bully'll him around

And I'll be damned if he'll his boss's daughter
A skinny-lipped with blood like water
Who'll him a peck and call it a kiss
And look in his eyes through a
Hey, why am I takin' on this?
My kid even been born yet

I can see him he's seventeen or so
And startin' in to go a girl
I can give him 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 father to a

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

My little girl, pink and white as 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
Does he can to woo her from her faithful dad

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

I gotta get ready she comes
Gotta make certain that she won't be dragged up in with a lot o' bums like me
She's be sheltered and fed and dressed in the best that money 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