Luyện nghe bài hát The Song Of The Seven Inch Cowboy

I'm a cowboy
With a tiny of six guns.
get you ten,
I betcha seen one.
Well I'm a seven cowboy
How do you be?
And I'm to people gawking and a-staring at me
But I always so gol-darned wee
Let me you my story,
You can for free.
For long years,
Now that's a year for every inch I
I've traveled small and lonely down the 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 wandered on foot, my horse had abandoned me
And every town I come to's like a dream
The cowboys mocked me and spit tobacco like meteors
Watching me dodge 'em and laughing at my squeaky scream
I went to a saloon to get a
They wouldn't me
They stuffed me in a glass and slid me up and the bar
And all the barroom gathered round and had their way with me
sang a song both cold and mean
'Cause how women are,
sang,
"A man can pan for gold and strike it rich and be a
Or ride the rodeo and be the one at it anywhere.
a brand new car, be a movie star
Size is all counts, and there you are."
And I'm a seven-inch
With a tiny pair of six
get you ten
I bet you never one
(Yodeling)
Now as you can imagine, I'd grown pretty
(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 fiend I'd ever known.
The mad Mentley was his name and I drew near
I hopped upon his shoulder and I him by the ear
I held my little 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 know me, and I you
And you know that experiments are just what I do
less like a pastime and more 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 as I can for a man who's down on his knees
And just this passing moment I had a thought, here's I thunk, I thought,
'Where you be today if you hadn't've shrunk?'
Just nameless cowboy, a mediocre bumpkin
in the sun, skin burnt the color of a pumpkin
Reviled by the ladies, by other men,
Nothing to set you apart nor would there have been
Then I came along, yes ME, Mentley!
I you a gift! (though you weren't grateful evidently)
I plucked you from your average status, I made you
You're a seven-inch cowboy, not a six freak.
every corner of the globe folks will come to adore you
Nations will bow and throw riches before you
be diminutive in stature, but a titan inside
Because I, true friend, chose to stand by your side."
Now I cogitated on the words Professor shared
And I if perhaps he only said 'em 'cause he was scared
My guns were heavy in my hands, my heart was low
When some old advice came to me soft and slow:
Well my pop told me it don't matter where a goes
You can sail icy straights and misty archipelagoes.
Travel to the moon, orbit star
don't really count and there you are.
And I'm a seven-inch (seven inches tall)
a tiny pair of six guns (That's mighty damn small)
Five'll get you ten (For all you men)
You'll see another one (yeah!)
I guess Professor Mentley had a although I shot him anyway
never been a gentleman like me and that is safe to say
Well, I've thought long and hard, so hard my brain is numb
Now I say Hollywood (Hollywood!), (Hollywood!)
here I come!