Luyện nghe bài hát The Contest

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

I do, I am Mr. Todd
And I opened a bottle of Pirelli's Elixir
And I say to you, it is nothing but an arrant
Concocted from 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 serviced no kings
Yet I wager that I can a cheek
And pull a tooth with ten times more
any street mountebank

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

Zees are indeed fine
Instruments like once seen
Cannot be forgotten, and a fine extractor too
You wager zees against pounds, sir? I do

You zis foolish man? Watch and see
How he will regret his folly, pounds 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 Bamford be the judge?
as always to oblige
My and neighbors
Put it there, Ready, ready
The fastest, smoothest shave is the

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

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

Perhaps, signorini,
You like-a I tell-a, da story
Of Isabella
Da Queen Polan
Whose was-a swollen

I pull it so from her mout'
though to begin
She's a murder
She's later-a swoon-a 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 nick da
You da chin, you rip-a da lip a bit
And dat's-a da

To shave-a da or even a part
Widout it-a require da heart
It take-a da art, I you a chart
I study-a in my yout'

To da hair, to trim-a da beard
To make-a da bristle clean like a
Dis is from infancy
Da give to me by God

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

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

Then sir, since is no means
To test the second
I claim the pounds
To which he is entitled,

Wait, one moment,
You, boy, get on that
Me, Oh, not a tooth, sir
I beg of you, I ain't got a
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 an' if-a you slip
You a bit, you hit da pit of it

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

Sometimes is da case you kill
To hold-a da widout-a da cramp
Wid all dat saliva, it could-a drive-a you

Don' mutter or back-a you go to da
My touch is as as a butter-a cup
I take-a da pains, I da art
I use-a da brains, I give-a da
I have-a da grace, I win-a da

Not a of pain, not a twinge
The a bloody marvel
The winner, Mr. Sweeney Todd

Sir, I bow to a skill far defter my own
The five
Here, sir, and may the good smile on you
Until we again

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