Luyện nghe bài hát The Song Of The Seven Inch Cowboy

I'm a seven-inch
With a tiny of six guns.
get you ten,
I never seen one.
I'm a seven inch cowboy
How do you be?
And I'm used to people gawking and at me
But I always so gol-darned wee
Let me you my story,
You can for free.
For seven years,
Now that's a year for inch I stand
I've traveled small and lonely the byways of this giant land
Like a country western too afraid to stop
I'm at the bottom of the chain whereas I once was at the top.
I on foot, my horse had done abandoned me
And every town I come to's like a dream
The other cowboys mocked me and spit tobacco meteors
Watching me dodge 'em and at my small squeaky scream
I went to a saloon to get a
wouldn't serve me
They stuffed me in a glass and slid me up and the bar
And all the women gathered round and had their way with me
They 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 movie
is all that counts, and there you are."
And I'm a seven-inch
With a tiny pair of six
get you ten
I bet you seen one
(Yodeling)
Now as you can imagine, I'd pretty bitter
(Although that's the only way in I had grown)
And in that seventh year I found my transgressor,
The man who had shrunk me, the worst I'd ever known.
The mad Professor Mentley was his name and I near
I upon his shoulder and I grabbed him by the ear
I held my little up and I told 'im, "Look a-here!
You made me this way, it's time you pay, you queer!"
And the said, "Wait! Wait!
Now you me, and I know you
And you know strange experiments are just what I do
less like a pastime and more like a job
Why if I do it, I'd be an unemployed slob
Now I know won't suffice if I'm to set you at ease
But I'm thinking as fast as I can for a man down 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 shrunk?'
Just another nameless cowboy, a bumpkin
Riding in the sun, skin burnt the of a pumpkin
by the ladies, ridiculed by other men,
Nothing to set you apart nor there ever have been
I came along, yes ME, Professor Mentley!
I you a gift! (though you weren't grateful evidently)
I you from your average status, I made you unique
You're a seven-inch cowboy, not a six freak.
From every corner of the folks will come to adore you
will bow and throw their riches before you
You'll be diminutive in stature, but a inside
Because I, your true friend, chose to stand by side."
Now I on the words Professor Mentley shared
And I wondered if perhaps he only said 'em 'cause he was
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 sail through icy straights and archipelagoes.
Travel to the moon, orbit star
Size really count and there you are.
And I'm a cowboy (seven inches tall)
With a 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 Mentley had a point although I shot him anyway
There's never been a gentleman like me and is safe to say
Well, I've thought real long and hard, so my brain is numb
Now I say (Hollywood!), Hollywood (Hollywood!)
here I come!