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 never one.
Well I'm a seven inch
How do you be?
And I'm to people gawking 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 small and lonely down the byways of this giant land
Like a country Lilliputian too afraid to stop
I'm at the bottom of the food chain I once was at the top.
I on foot, my horse had done abandoned me
And town 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 to a saloon to get a drink
They wouldn't 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 both cold 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 new car, be a movie star
Size is all that counts, and 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 grown bitter
(Although that's the only way in I had grown)
And in that seventh year I finally my transgressor,
The man who had shrunk me, the fiend I'd ever known.
The mad Professor Mentley was his and I drew near
I hopped his shoulder and I grabbed him by the ear
I held my little up and I told 'im, "Look a-here!
You me this 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 just I do
It's like a pastime and more like a job
Why if I didn't do it, I'd be an slob
Now I know that suffice 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,
would you be today if you hadn't've shrunk?'
Just another nameless cowboy, a mediocre
Riding in the sun, skin burnt the color of a
by the ladies, ridiculed by other men,
Nothing to set you apart nor would there ever have
Then I came along, yes ME, Mentley!
I you a gift! (though you weren't grateful evidently)
I plucked you from your average status, I you unique
You're a cowboy, not a six foot freak.
From every corner of the globe folks will come to you
Nations will bow and throw their riches you
You'll be diminutive in stature, but a titan
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 'em 'cause he was scared
My guns were heavy in my hands, my heart was low
When suddenly some old advice to me soft and slow:
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 every
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 damn 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 shot him
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!