Luyện nghe bài hát The Song Of The Seven Inch Cowboy

I'm a seven-inch
With a pair of six guns.
get you ten,
I betcha never one.
Well I'm a seven inch
How do you be?
And I'm used to people and a-staring at me
But I wasn't so gol-darned wee
Let me you my story,
You can for free.
For seven years,
Now that's a year for every inch I
I've traveled and lonely down the byways of this giant land
Like a country western Lilliputian too afraid to
I'm at the bottom of the food chain whereas I was at the top.
I on foot, my horse had done abandoned me
And town I come to's like a terrible dream
The other mocked me and spit tobacco like meteors
Watching me dodge 'em and at my small squeaky scream
I went to a saloon to get a
They wouldn't me
stuffed me in a glass and slid me up and down the bar
And all the barroom women gathered and had their way with me
sang a song both cold and mean
'Cause how women are,
sang,
"A man can pan for and strike it rich and be a millionaire
Or the rodeo and be the best one at it anywhere.
Drive a brand new car, be a star
is all that counts, and there you are."
And I'm a seven-inch
With a pair of six guns
get you ten
I bet you never one
(Yodeling)
Now as you can imagine, I'd pretty bitter
(Although the only way in which I had grown)
And in that year I finally found my transgressor,
The man who had shrunk me, the worst I'd ever known.
The mad Professor was his name and I drew near
I hopped upon his shoulder and I him by the ear
I held my pistols up and I told 'im, "Look a-here!
You made me way, it's time you pay, you gol-darned queer!"
And the said, "Wait! Wait!
Now you me, and I know you
And you know that experiments are just what I do
It's less like a pastime and like a job
Why if I didn't do it, I'd be an slob
Now I know that won't if I'm to set you at ease
But I'm thinking as fast as I can for a man who's on his knees
And this passing moment I had a thought, here's what I thunk, I thought,
'Where would you be today if you hadn't've
Just nameless cowboy, a mediocre bumpkin
Riding in the sun, skin burnt the color of a
by the ladies, ridiculed by other men,
Nothing to set you nor would there ever have been
Then I came along, yes ME, Mentley!
I gave you a gift! (though you weren't evidently)
I plucked you your average status, I made you unique
a seven-inch cowboy, not a six foot freak.
From every of the globe folks will come to adore you
will bow and throw their riches before you
You'll be diminutive in stature, but a titan
Because I, your friend, chose to stand by your side."
Now I cogitated on the words Mentley shared
And I wondered if perhaps he only 'em 'cause he was scared
My guns were weighin' in my hands, my heart was low
When suddenly some old advice came to me soft and
Well my pop told me it don't matter a fella goes
You can through icy straights and misty archipelagoes.
Travel to the moon, orbit every
don't really count and there you are.
And I'm a seven-inch cowboy (seven tall)
a tiny pair of six guns (That's mighty damn small)
Five'll get you ten (For all you men)
You'll never see one (yeah!)
I guess Professor Mentley had a point although I shot him
There's been a gentleman like me and that is safe to say
Well, I've thought real long and hard, so my brain is numb
Now I say Hollywood (Hollywood!), (Hollywood!)
Hollywood I come!