Luyện nghe bài hát The Song Of The Seven Inch Cowboy

I'm a cowboy
a tiny pair of six guns.
get you ten,
I never seen one.
Well I'm a inch cowboy
How do you be?
And I'm used to people gawking and at me
But I wasn't always so wee
Let me you my story,
You can for free.
For long years,
Now that's a year for inch I stand
traveled small and lonely down 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 wandered on foot, my horse had done me
And every town I come to's a terrible dream
The cowboys mocked me and spit tobacco like meteors
Watching me dodge 'em and laughing at my squeaky scream
I to a saloon to get a drink
They 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 sang a song both and mean
'Cause how women are,
sang,
"A man can pan for gold and strike it rich and be a
Or the rodeo and be the best one at it anywhere.
Drive a brand new car, be a star
Size is all that counts, and you are."
And I'm a cowboy
With a tiny pair of six
get you ten
I bet you never one
(Yodeling)
Now as you can imagine, I'd grown bitter
(Although that's the only way in 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 Mentley was his and I drew near
I hopped upon his and I grabbed him by the ear
I held my pistols up and I told 'im, "Look a-here!
You made me this way, time you pay, you gol-darned queer!"
And the said, "Wait! Wait!
Now you know me, and I you
And you know that strange experiments are just 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 who's down on his
And this passing moment I had a thought, here's what I thunk, I thought,
'Where would you be 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 nor would 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 cowboy, not a six foot freak.
From every corner of the globe folks come to adore you
Nations will bow and their riches before you
be diminutive in stature, but a titan inside
Because I, your true friend, to stand by your side."
Now I cogitated on the words Professor shared
And I wondered if perhaps he only 'em 'cause he was scared
My guns were heavy 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 and misty archipelagoes.
Travel to the moon, orbit every
Size don't count and there you are.
And I'm a seven-inch cowboy (seven tall)
With a tiny pair of six guns (That's mighty 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 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!)
Hollywood I come!