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 betcha never one.
Well I'm a inch cowboy
How do you be?
And I'm used to gawking and a-staring 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 every inch I
I've traveled small and down the byways of this giant land
Like a western Lilliputian too afraid to stop
I'm at the bottom of the food whereas I once was at the top.
I on foot, my horse had done abandoned me
And every I come to's like a terrible dream
The other cowboys mocked me and tobacco like meteors
Watching me 'em and laughing 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 barroom 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 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 star
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 grown bitter
(Although that's the way in which I had grown)
And in that seventh 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 this way, it's you pay, you gol-darned queer!"
And the said, "Wait! Wait!
Now you me, and I know you
And you that strange experiments are just what I do
It's less like a and more like a job
Why if I didn't do it, I'd be an unemployed
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 who's down on his
And just this moment I had a thought, here's what I thunk, I thought,
'Where would you be today if you hadn't've
another nameless cowboy, a mediocre bumpkin
Riding in the sun, burnt the color of a pumpkin
by the ladies, ridiculed by other men,
Nothing to set you apart nor would there ever have
I came along, yes ME, Professor Mentley!
I gave you a gift! (though you 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 will come to you
Nations bow and throw their 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 Mentley
And I wondered if perhaps he only said 'em he was scared
My were weighin' 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 fella
You can sail through icy straights and archipelagoes.
Travel to the moon, every star
don't really count and there you are.
And I'm a cowboy (seven inches tall)
With a tiny pair of six guns (That's mighty small)
get you ten (For all you bettin' men)
You'll see another one (yeah!)
I guess Mentley had a point although I shot him anyway
There's been a gentleman like me and that is safe to say
Well, thought real long and hard, so hard my brain is numb
Now I say (Hollywood!), Hollywood (Hollywood!)
here I come!