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 seen one.
Well I'm a seven cowboy
How do you be?
And I'm used to people gawking and at me
But I wasn't so gol-darned wee
Let me you my story,
You can for free.
For long years,
Now a year for every inch I stand
I've traveled small and lonely down the byways of this giant
Like a country western Lilliputian too afraid to
I'm at the of the food chain whereas I once was at the top.
I on foot, my horse had done abandoned me
And every town I come to's a terrible dream
The other cowboys mocked me and spit tobacco meteors
Watching me dodge 'em and laughing at my small squeaky
I went to a saloon to get a
They wouldn't me
They stuffed me in a glass and me up and down the bar
And all the barroom women gathered round and had way with me
They sang a both cold and mean
'Cause that's how are,
sang,
"A man can pan for and strike 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 of six guns
get you ten
I bet you never 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 Professor was his name and I drew near
I hopped upon his 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 me, and I know you
And you know that strange experiments are what I do
It's less like a pastime and 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 down on his
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
another nameless cowboy, a mediocre bumpkin
Riding in the sun, skin burnt the of a pumpkin
by the ladies, ridiculed by other men,
Nothing to set you apart nor would ever have been
Then I along, yes ME, Professor Mentley!
I gave you a gift! (though you weren't evidently)
I plucked you from your status, I made you unique
a seven-inch cowboy, not a six foot freak.
From every corner of the globe will come to adore you
Nations bow and throw their riches before you
You'll be in stature, but a titan inside
Because I, true friend, chose to stand by your side."
Now I cogitated on the Professor Mentley shared
And I wondered if he only said 'em 'cause he was scared
My guns were weighin' heavy in my hands, my was low
When suddenly some old advice to me soft and slow:
Well my pop 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 count 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)
You'll see another one (yeah!)
I guess Professor Mentley had a although I shot him anyway
There's never been a gentleman 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!