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 seen one.
I'm a seven inch cowboy
How do you be?
And I'm used to gawking and a-staring at me
But I wasn't 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 Lilliputian too to stop
I'm at the bottom of the food chain 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 cowboys mocked me and spit like meteors
Watching me dodge 'em and laughing at my small scream
I went to a to get a drink
wouldn't serve me
They stuffed me in a glass and me up and down the bar
And all the barroom gathered round and had their way with me
They sang a song both cold and
'Cause that's how are,
sang,
"A man can pan for gold and strike it and be a millionaire
Or the rodeo and be the best one at it anywhere.
Drive a brand new car, be a star
is all that counts, and there you are."
And I'm a seven-inch
a tiny pair of six guns
get you ten
I bet you seen one
(Yodeling)
Now as you can imagine, I'd pretty bitter
(Although that's the only way in I had grown)
And in that seventh I finally found my transgressor,
The man who had me, the worst fiend I'd ever known.
The mad Professor was his name and I drew near
I hopped upon his shoulder and I him by the ear
I held my pistols up and I told 'im, "Look a-here!
You made me this way, it's time you pay, you 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 a pastime and more like a job
Why if I do it, I'd be an unemployed slob
Now I that won't 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 passing moment I had a thought, here's what I thunk, I thought,
'Where would you be today if you shrunk?'
Just nameless cowboy, a mediocre bumpkin
in the sun, skin burnt the color 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 gave you a gift! (though you weren't evidently)
I you from your average status, I made you unique
a seven-inch cowboy, not a six foot freak.
From 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
I, your 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 were weighin' heavy in my hands, my heart was low
When suddenly some old 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 every
Size don't really 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 see another one (yeah!)
I guess Professor Mentley had a point although I him anyway
There's never been a gentleman like me and is safe to say
Well, I've thought real and hard, so hard my brain is numb
Now I say Hollywood (Hollywood!), (Hollywood!)
here I come!