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 never seen one.
I'm a seven inch cowboy
How do you be?
And I'm used to people gawking and at me
But I always so gol-darned wee
Let me you my story,
You can for free.
For seven years,
Now a year for every inch I stand
I've traveled small and lonely down the of this giant land
Like a country western 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 town I come to's like a terrible dream
The other mocked me and spit tobacco like meteors
Watching me dodge 'em and at my small squeaky scream
I went to a saloon to get a
They serve me
They stuffed me in a and slid me up and down the bar
And all the barroom women gathered round and had their way me
They sang a song both cold and
'Cause how women are,
sang,
"A man can pan for gold and it rich and be a millionaire
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 of six guns
get you ten
I bet you never one
(Yodeling)
Now as you can imagine, I'd grown pretty
(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 worst fiend I'd known.
The mad Professor Mentley was his 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 made me this way, time you pay, you gol-darned queer!"
And the said, "Wait! Wait!
Now you me, and I know you
And you know that experiments are just what I do
It's less a pastime and more like a job
Why if I didn't do it, I'd be an unemployed
Now I know won't suffice if I'm to set you at ease
But I'm thinking as as I can for a man who's down on his knees
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
another nameless cowboy, a mediocre bumpkin
Riding in the sun, skin burnt the of a pumpkin
Reviled by the ladies, by other men,
Nothing to set you apart nor would there ever have
Then I along, yes ME, Professor Mentley!
I you a gift! (though you weren't grateful evidently)
I plucked you your average status, I made you unique
You're a cowboy, not a six foot freak.
From every of the globe folks will come to adore you
Nations will bow and throw their before you
You'll be diminutive in stature, but a inside
Because I, your friend, chose to stand by your side."
Now I cogitated on the words Professor shared
And I wondered if he only said 'em 'cause he was scared
My were weighin' heavy in my hands, my heart was low
suddenly some old advice came 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, every star
Size don't 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 see another one (yeah!)
I guess Professor Mentley had a point although I shot him
There's never a gentleman like me and that is safe to say
Well, I've thought long and hard, so hard my brain is numb
Now I say Hollywood (Hollywood!), (Hollywood!)
Hollywood I come!