Luyện nghe bài hát Soliloquy

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

I bet that he out to be
The spittin' of his dad
But have more common sense
his puddin'-headed father ever had

I'll teach him to and dive through a wave
When we go in the 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 after me, I will
My boy, Bill, he'll be tall and tough as a tree, Bill
Like a tree he'll with his head held high
And his planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try to boss or toss him
No pot-bellied, bully'll boss 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 work on a with a hammer and hammer in spikes
He can ferry a on a river or peddle a pack on his back
Or work up and down the streets of a with a whip and a horse and a hack

He can haul a scow a canal
Run a cow a corral
Or maybe bark for a
Of course, it takes talent to do well

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, 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 dare to try to boss 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 virgin with blood like
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
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 to a girl

She mighn't be so bad, at
A kid ribbons in her hair
A kind of neat and petite little of her mother
What a

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 pink and white fellas of two and three
But my little girl hungry ev'ry night and she comes home to me

I gotta get before she comes
Gotta make certain that she be dragged up in slums with a lot o' bums like me
She's gotta be sheltered and fed and dressed in the best money can buy
I never knew how to get but, I'll try, by God! I'll try
I'll go out and make it or it
Or it or die