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.
Well I'm a seven cowboy
How do you be?
And I'm used to people 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 for every inch I stand
I've traveled small and lonely down the byways of this giant
a country western Lilliputian too afraid to stop
I'm at the bottom of the food whereas I once was at the top.
I wandered on foot, my horse had abandoned me
And every town I to's like a terrible dream
The other cowboys mocked me and 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 slid me up and the bar
And all the barroom women gathered round and had way with me
They sang a song cold and mean
that's how women are,
sang,
"A man can pan for gold and it rich and be a millionaire
Or ride the rodeo and be the one at it anywhere.
Drive a new car, be a movie star
Size is all that counts, and you are."
And I'm a cowboy
With a tiny 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 seventh year I finally 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 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 that strange experiments are just what I do
It's less a pastime and more like a job
Why if I do it, I'd be an unemployed slob
Now I that 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 just this 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
in the sun, skin burnt the color of a pumpkin
Reviled by the ladies, ridiculed by men,
Nothing to set you apart nor would ever have been
Then I along, yes ME, Professor Mentley!
I you a gift! (though you weren't grateful evidently)
I plucked you from your average status, I you unique
a seven-inch cowboy, not a six foot freak.
From corner of the globe folks will come to adore you
Nations will bow and their riches before you
You'll be diminutive in stature, but a titan
Because I, true friend, chose to stand by your side."
Now I on the words Professor Mentley shared
And I wondered if perhaps he said 'em 'cause he was scared
My guns weighin' heavy in my hands, my heart was low
When suddenly old advice came to me soft and slow:
Well my pop told me it don't matter where a goes
You can sail through icy straights and archipelagoes.
Travel to the moon, every star
Size don't count and there you are.
And I'm a cowboy (seven inches tall)
With a tiny pair of six guns (That's damn small)
get you ten (For all you bettin' men)
You'll see another 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 long and hard, so hard my brain is numb
Now I say (Hollywood!), Hollywood (Hollywood!)
here I come!