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 seen one.
I'm a seven inch cowboy
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 long years,
Now that's a year for every I stand
I've traveled small and lonely down the byways of this land
Like a country Lilliputian too afraid to stop
I'm at the of the food chain whereas I once was at the top.
I wandered on foot, my horse had abandoned me
And every town I come to's like a dream
The other mocked me and spit tobacco like meteors
me dodge 'em and laughing at my small squeaky scream
I to a saloon to get a drink
They serve me
They stuffed me in a glass and me up and down the bar
And all the barroom women gathered 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 ride the rodeo and be the one at it anywhere.
Drive a brand new car, be a movie
Size is all that counts, and you are."
And I'm a seven-inch
a tiny pair of six guns
get you ten
I bet you seen one
(Yodeling)
Now as you can imagine, I'd pretty bitter
(Although that's the 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 Professor Mentley was his name and I near
I hopped upon his and I grabbed 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 strange experiments are what I do
It's less like a pastime and like a job
Why if I do it, I'd be an unemployed 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 just this passing I had a thought, here's what I thunk, I thought,
'Where you be today if you hadn't've shrunk?'
Just another cowboy, a mediocre bumpkin
Riding in the sun, skin burnt the of a pumpkin
Reviled by the ladies, ridiculed by men,
to set you apart 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 from your average status, I made you
You're a cowboy, not a six foot freak.
From corner of the globe folks will come to adore you
Nations will bow and throw their before you
You'll be diminutive in stature, but a titan
Because I, your true friend, to stand by your side."
Now I cogitated on the Professor Mentley shared
And I wondered if perhaps he only 'em 'cause he was scared
My were weighin' 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 icy straights and misty archipelagoes.
Travel to the moon, every star
Size really count and there you are.
And I'm a seven-inch (seven inches tall)
With a tiny of six guns (That's mighty damn small)
Five'll get you ten (For all you men)
never see another one (yeah!)
I guess Professor Mentley had a point although I shot him
There's never been a gentleman like me and is safe to say
Well, I've real long and hard, so hard my brain is numb
Now I say Hollywood (Hollywood!), (Hollywood!)
Hollywood I come!