Luyện nghe bài hát Soliloquy

I wonder what he'll of me
I he'll call me "the old man"
I guess think 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 father ever had

I'll teach him to wrassle and dive a wave
we go in the morning for our swim
His can teach him the way to behave
But she won't make a 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 head held
And his feet firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try to boss or him around
No pot-bellied, bully'll boss him around

I don't give a damn what he does as long as he does he likes
He can sit on his tail or work on a rail 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 town with a and a horse and a hack

He can a scow along a canal
Run a cow a corral
Or maybe for a carousel
Of course, it takes to do that well

He be a champ of the heavyweights
Or a fella that you glue
Or of the United 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 tall and as tough as a tree, will
Like a tree he'll grow 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 fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll him around

And I'll be damned if he'll marry his boss's
A virgin with blood like water
Who'll give him a peck and call it a
And look in his through a *lorgnette*
Hey, why am I takin' on like
My kid ain't even been yet

I can see him when 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 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 little tin-type of her
a pair

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

She has a few pink and white young fellas of two and
But my girl 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 gotta be sheltered and fed and in the best that money 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