Luyện nghe bài hát The Contest

I am Adolfo Pirelli, da king of da
Da of kings
E buon giorno, good day, I you a kiss
And I da so-famous
I wish-a to know-a who has-a da
To say my is piss? Who says this?

I do, I am Mr. Todd
And I have opened a bottle of Pirelli's
And I say to you, it is but an arrant fraud
from piss and ink

He's right,
to throw your money down the sewer
Ladies and
Pay no to that madman
to be the first for a magnificent shave?

And furthermore, I serviced no kings
Yet I wager that I can a cheek
And pull a tooth with ten more dexterity
Than any mountebank

You see these The finest in England
I lay them against pounds, you are no match for me
You hear me, sir? accept my challenge
Or reveal as a sham, bravo, bravo

are indeed fine razors
Instruments like once seen
be soon forgotten, and a fine extractor too
You wager zees against five pounds, I do

You hear zis man? Watch and see
How he will his folly, five pounds it is
Friends, neighbors, who's for a free
Me, Mr. Todd, sir, and me, Mr. Todd, sir
Over here, bring me a
Boy, bring ze basins, bring ze
Yes, sir,

Will Beadle be the judge?
as always to oblige
My and neighbors
Put it there, Ready, ready
The fastest, smoothest is the winner

Now, signorini, signori, we mix a da
But first a you around, signorini, signori
You a man who have had a
Da glory to da Pope

Mr. Sweeney, so
Oh, I you pardon
me a lie, was a only a cardinal
Nope, it was-a da

Perhaps, signorini,
You like-a I tell-a, da famous-a
Of Queen
Da Queen of-a
toot' was-a swollen

I pull it so from her mout'
though to begin
She's a murder
later-a swoon-a with bliss
An' was to shout
all of 'em out

To da face, to pull a da toot'
da grace and not a da brute
For if-a you slip, you da skin
You clip-a da chin, you da lip a bit
And dat's-a da

To shave-a da face or even a
Widout it-a require da heart
It take-a da art, I show you a
I study-a starting in my

To cut-a da hair, to da beard
To make-a da bristle like a whistle
Dis is early infancy
Da give to me by God

It take-a da skill, it da brains
It take-a da will to da pains
It take-a da pace, it take-a da
The winner is
Smooth as a baby's

And now who's for a tooth
Free charge
Me, sir, me, sir, who No one?

Then sir, there is no means
To the second skill
I the five pounds
To which he is entitled,

Wait, one moment,
You, boy, get on chair
Me, Oh, not a tooth, sir
I beg of you, I got a twinge
Not the pain, I

You do now
We see who is zee now
Zis Todd or zee great Pirelli
Ready? Ready,

To pull-a da toot' widout-a da
Can damage da
Now hold-a da an' if-a you slip
You a bit, you hit da pit of it

Or chip-a da do and to fill
To da toot' widout-a da grace
You leave-a da space all da place
You try to widout-a da trace

is da case you even-a kill
To da clamp widout-a da cramp
Wid all dat saliva, it could-a you crazy

mutter or back-a you go to da gutter
My touch is as light as a cup
I take-a da pains, I da art
I use-a da brains, I da heart
I have-a da grace, I da race

Not a of pain, not a twinge
The man's a marvel
The two-time winner, Mr. Sweeney

Sir, I bow to a skill far than my own
The pounds
Here, sir, and may the good smile on you
Until we meet

Come, boy
Signori, bellissime
giorno, buon giorno a tutti