Luyện nghe bài hát The Song Of The Seven Inch Cowboy

I'm a cowboy
a tiny pair 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 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 land
Like a country 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 had done abandoned me
And every I come to's like a terrible dream
The other mocked me and spit tobacco like meteors
me dodge 'em and laughing at my small squeaky scream
I went to a to get a drink
wouldn't serve 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 that's how 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 seven-inch
With a tiny pair of six
get you ten
I bet you never 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 worst I'd ever known.
The mad Professor Mentley was his name and I drew
I upon his shoulder 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 more a job
Why if I didn't do it, I'd be an unemployed
Now I know that won't if I'm to set you at ease
But I'm as fast as I can for a man who's down on his knees
And just this passing moment I had a thought, here's I thunk, I thought,
'Where would you be today if you hadn't've
Just another cowboy, a mediocre bumpkin
Riding in the sun, skin the color of a pumpkin
Reviled by the ladies, ridiculed by men,
Nothing to set you apart nor would there ever been
I came along, yes ME, Professor Mentley!
I gave you a gift! (though you weren't evidently)
I plucked you your average status, I made you unique
You're a seven-inch cowboy, not a six freak.
every corner of the globe folks will come to adore you
Nations will bow and throw their before you
You'll be in stature, but a titan inside
Because I, your true friend, chose to by your side."
Now I cogitated on the words Professor Mentley
And I wondered if he only said 'em 'cause he was scared
My guns were weighin' in my hands, my heart was low
When suddenly some old advice to me soft and slow:
my pop told me it don't matter where a fella goes
You can through icy straights and misty 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 (That's mighty damn small)
get you ten (For all you bettin' men)
You'll never see one (yeah!)
I guess Mentley had a point although I shot him anyway
There's never been a gentleman me and that is safe to say
Well, I've real long and hard, so hard my brain is numb
Now I say Hollywood (Hollywood!), (Hollywood!)
here I come!