Luyện nghe bài hát The Bastard Son Of Dean Friedman

Well I heard a rumor,
That Midler had a tumor,
So gleefully I to tell my friends.
But they it was a lie,
That she wasn't to die,
"And by the way, we got news for you!"

And told me that the man
I had always known as "Dad",
Hadn't met my "Mum" I was born.
And they reckon I am,
But I to God I'm not,
The son of Dean Friedman,
The son of Dean Friedman.

And my school-work fell
With bombshell on my mind.
Me art teacher he understood.
But he could only
the sadness in my eyes,
Even though he'd my his Magerite!

And in the "Corridors of Fear"
I would shed a tear,
As ridicule flew at me both sides.
And mocked me in my mocks,
And in my socks,
The bastard son of Friedman,
The bastard son of Friedman.

Supercalifragilistic Moenchen Gladbach

And you can thank your stars that you're not
The son of Dean Friedman,
The bastard son of Friedman.