Luyện nghe bài hát The Contest

I am Adolfo Pirelli, da king of da
Da of kings
E buon giorno, day, I blow you a kiss
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. Sweeney
And I have opened a bottle of Pirelli's
And I say to you, it is nothing but an arrant
Concocted piss and ink

right, phew
Better to throw your 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 that I can shave a cheek
And pull a tooth with ten times dexterity
Than any mountebank

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

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

You hear zis man? 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 Bamford be the judge?
Glad as to oblige
My friends and
Put it there, Ready, ready
The fastest, shave is the winner

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

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

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

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

To shave-a da face, to pull a da
Require da grace and not a da
For you slip, you nick da skin
You clip-a da chin, you da lip a bit
And da trut'

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

To cut-a da hair, to trim-a da
To make-a da bristle clean like a
Dis is from early
Da talent to me by God

It take-a da skill, it take-a da
It take-a da will to da pains
It take-a da pace, it take-a da
The winner is
Smooth as a arse

And now for a tooth pulling
Free charge
Me, sir, me, sir, who else? No

sir, since there is no means
To test the second
I claim the five
To he is entitled, right?

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 Todd or zee great
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 toot' widout-a da
You leave-a da all over da place
You try to widout-a da trace

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

mutter or back-a you go to da gutter
My is as light as a butter-a cup
I da pains, I learn-a 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 man's a bloody
The two-time winner, Mr. Sweeney

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

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