Luyện nghe bài hát The Contest

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

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 from and ink

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

And furthermore, I have serviced no
Yet I wager that I can a cheek
And pull a with ten times more dexterity
any street mountebank

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

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

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

Will Beadle Bamford be the
as always to oblige
My and neighbors
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 to shave-a da Pope

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

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

I it so nice from her mout'
That-a though to
a screaming-a murder
She's swoon-a with bliss
An' was to shout
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 shave-a da face or a part
Widout smart require da heart
It da art, I show you a chart
I starting in my yout'

To cut-a da hair, to trim-a da
To da bristle clean like a whistle
Dis is from infancy
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 who's for a tooth
Free without
Me, sir, me, sir, who No one?

Then sir, there is no means
To test the second
I claim the five
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' widout-a da
Can da root
Now da still 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 leave-a da space all over da
You try to erase da trace

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

mutter or back-a you go to da gutter
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 win-a da

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

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

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