Luyện nghe bài hát Soliloquy

I wonder what think of me
I guess call me "the old man"
I guess he'll 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 more sense
Than his puddin'-headed ever had

teach him to wrassle and dive through a wave
When we go in the for our swim
His mother can him the way to behave
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
a tree he'll grow with his head 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 does as long as he does what he
He can sit on his tail or work on a rail with a and hammer in spikes
He can ferry a boat on a river or peddle a pack on his
Or work up and down the streets of a town with a whip and a and a hack

He can haul a 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 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 be President unless he wanted to be
Not

My boy, Bill he'll be and as tough as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree he'll grow 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 fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed boss him around

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

I can see him he's seventeen or so
And startin' in to go with a
I can give him lots of
Very sound, on the way to get 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 ribbons in her
A kind of neat and petite little of her mother
a pair

My little girl, pink and white as and cream is she
My little girl is half again as bright as girls were to be
Dozens of boys pursue her, a likely lad
Does what he can to woo her from her 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 before she
Gotta make 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 that money can buy
I never knew how to get but, I'll try, by God! I'll try
I'll go out and it or steal it
Or it or die