Luyện nghe bài hát The Song Of The Seven Inch Cowboy

I'm a cowboy
With a tiny 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 seven years,
Now that's a year for every I stand
I've traveled small and down the byways of this giant land
Like a country Lilliputian too afraid to stop
I'm at the bottom of the food chain whereas I was at the top.
I wandered on foot, my horse had abandoned me
And town I come to's like a terrible dream
The other mocked me and spit tobacco like meteors
Watching me dodge 'em and laughing at my squeaky scream
I went to a saloon to get a
They wouldn't me
They me in a glass and slid me up and down the bar
And all the barroom gathered round and had their way with me
They sang a song cold and mean
'Cause how women are,
sang,
"A man can pan for gold and strike it and be a millionaire
Or ride the rodeo and be the one at it anywhere.
Drive a brand new car, be a star
Size is all counts, and there you are."
And I'm a seven-inch
With a pair of six guns
get you ten
I bet you never 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 worst fiend I'd 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 pistols up and I 'im, "Look a-here!
You me this way, it's time you pay, you gol-darned queer!"
And the said, "Wait! Wait!
Now you me, and I know you
And you know strange experiments are just what 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 that won't suffice if I'm to set you at
But I'm thinking as fast as I can for a man who's down on his
And just this passing I had a thought, here's what I thunk, I thought,
'Where would you be today if you hadn't've
Just another nameless cowboy, a bumpkin
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 been
Then I came along, yes ME, Mentley!
I gave you a gift! (though you weren't evidently)
I plucked you your average status, I made you unique
a seven-inch cowboy, not a six foot freak.
From every corner of the 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, true friend, chose to stand by your side."
Now I cogitated on the Professor Mentley shared
And I if perhaps he only 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:
my pop told me it don't matter where a fella goes
You can sail through icy and misty archipelagoes.
Travel to the moon, orbit star
Size don't really and there you are.
And I'm a cowboy (seven inches tall)
With a pair 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 although I shot him anyway
never been a gentleman like me and that is safe to say
Well, I've thought real long and hard, so hard my is numb
Now I say Hollywood (Hollywood!), (Hollywood!)
here I come!