Luyện nghe bài hát Thank Heaven For Little Girls/You Were Meant For Me/A Fellow Needs a Girl

Sing to me, Mr. C., to me
the song that I've been to hear,
for me, Mr. C., just for me,
and everybody else disappear . . .

Thank for little girls
for little get bigger every day!

Thank for little girls
grow up in the most delightful way!

Those little so helpless and appealing
one day will and send you crashin' thru the ceilin'

Thank for little girls
thank for them all,
no matter no matter who
for without them, what little boys do?

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Thank heaven . . . heaven . . .
Thank for little girls!

You were for me
I was for you!
patterned you, an' when she was done
you were all the sweet things in one!

You're a plaintive melody
never lets me free
I'm content, the angels must sent you
and they you just for me!

You . . .
. . .
. . .
for me!

I . . .
was . . .
. . .
for you!

I'm content,
the must have sent you
and they you
for me!

A fella a girl, to sit by his side
At the end of a day
To sit by his side and listen to him
And with the things he'll say!

A fella needs a girl, to hold in his
the rest of the world goes wrong
To hold in his and know that she believes
That her is wise an' strong!

When go right and his job's well done
He wants to the prize he's won
If no one shares, no one
Where's the fun of a job well done, or a prize you've

A needs a home, his own kind of home
But to make his come true
A fella a girl, his own kind of girl
My of girl is you!

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A needs a girl, his own kind of girl
My kind of is you!

by Frederick Loewe
with lyrics by Jay Lerner
Music by Nacio Herb
with lyrics by Arthur Freed ,
by Richard Rodgers
with lyrics by Hammerstein II, 1947