Luyện nghe bài hát The Contest

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hear zis foolish Watch and see
How he will regret his folly, five it is
Friends, neighbors, for a free shave?
Me, Mr. Todd, sir, and me, Mr. Todd, sir
Over here, bring me a
Boy, ze basins, bring ze towels
Yes, sir,

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

Now, signorini, signori, we mix a da
But a you gather around, signorini, signori
You looking a man who had a
Da to shave-a da Pope

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

Perhaps, signorini,
You like-a I tell-a, da famous-a
Of Isabella
Da of-a Polan
Whose toot' swollen

I it so nice from her mout'
That-a though to
a screaming-a murder
She's later-a swoon-a with
An' was heard-a to
all of 'em out

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

To da face or even a part
Widout it-a smart require da
It da art, I show you a chart
I study-a starting in my

To cut-a da hair, to trim-a da
To da bristle clean 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 to take-a da pains
It da pace, it take-a da grace
The winner is
as a baby's arse

And now for a tooth pulling
Free without
Me, sir, me, sir, who else? No

Then sir, since there is no
To test the second
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 Mister or zee great Pirelli
Ready, ready

To pull-a da toot' da skill
Can da root
Now hold-a da still an' you slip
You a bit, you hit da pit of it

Or chip-a da do and to fill
To pull-a da toot' da grace
You da space all over da place
You try to erase da trace

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

Don' mutter or back-a you go to da
My touch is as as a butter-a cup
I da pains, I learn-a da art
I da brains, I give-a 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 far defter than my own
The five
Here, sir, and may the Lord smile on you
Until we again

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