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 year for inch I stand
I've traveled small and down the byways 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 horse had done me
And every I come to's like a terrible dream
The other cowboys me and spit tobacco like meteors
Watching me dodge 'em and laughing at my small squeaky
I went to a saloon to get a
wouldn't serve me
They stuffed me in a glass and me up and down the bar
And all the women gathered round and had their way with me
They sang a song both and mean
'Cause how women 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 brand new car, be a star
Size is all counts, and there you are."
And I'm a cowboy
With a pair 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 me, the worst fiend I'd ever known.
The mad Professor Mentley was his name and I near
I hopped his shoulder and I grabbed 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 strange experiments are just I do
It's less like a pastime and like a job
Why if I didn't do it, I'd be an unemployed
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 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 shrunk?'
Just another cowboy, a mediocre bumpkin
Riding in the sun, burnt the color of a pumpkin
by the ladies, ridiculed by other men,
Nothing to set you apart nor would there ever have
Then I came along, yes ME, Mentley!
I gave you a gift! (though you grateful evidently)
I plucked you from average status, I made you unique
You're a seven-inch cowboy, not a six freak.
From every corner of the globe folks will to adore you
Nations will bow and throw their riches 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 words Professor Mentley
And I if perhaps 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 told me it don't matter a fella goes
You can through icy straights and misty archipelagoes.
Travel to the moon, orbit star
Size don't really and there you are.
And I'm a seven-inch (seven inches tall)
With a tiny pair of six guns (That's damn small)
Five'll get you ten (For all you men)
never see another one (yeah!)
I guess Professor Mentley had a point although I him anyway
There's never been a 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!