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 betcha seen one.
I'm a seven inch 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 and lonely down the byways of this giant land
Like a country Lilliputian too afraid to stop
I'm at the bottom of the chain whereas I once was at the top.
I wandered on foot, my horse had abandoned me
And every town I come to's like a dream
The other mocked me and spit tobacco like meteors
Watching me 'em and laughing at my small squeaky scream
I to a saloon to get a drink
They wouldn't me
They me in a glass and slid me up and down the bar
And all the barroom women gathered and had their way with me
They sang a song both cold and
'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.
a brand new car, be a movie star
Size is all that counts, and you are."
And I'm a cowboy
a tiny pair 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 only way in I had grown)
And in that seventh year I finally my transgressor,
The man who had shrunk me, the fiend I'd ever known.
The mad Mentley was his name 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, it's you pay, you gol-darned queer!"
And the said, "Wait! Wait!
Now you me, and I know you
And you that strange 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 fast as I can for a man who's on his knees
And just this passing I had a thought, here's what I thunk, I thought,
'Where would you be if you hadn't've shrunk?'
Just another nameless cowboy, a bumpkin
Riding in the sun, skin burnt the color of a
Reviled by the ladies, ridiculed by men,
Nothing to set you apart nor there ever have been
Then I came along, yes ME, Mentley!
I gave you a gift! (though you grateful evidently)
I you from your average status, I made you unique
You're a cowboy, not a six foot freak.
From corner of the globe folks will come to adore you
Nations bow and throw their riches before you
You'll be in stature, but a titan inside
Because I, your friend, chose to stand by your side."
Now I cogitated on the words Professor shared
And I wondered if perhaps he only 'em 'cause he was scared
My guns were weighin' heavy in my hands, my was low
When some old advice came 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, orbit star
don't really count and there you are.
And I'm a seven-inch cowboy (seven tall)
a tiny pair of six guns (That's mighty damn small)
Five'll get you ten (For all you men)
never see another one (yeah!)
I guess Professor had a point although I shot him anyway
There's never been a gentleman like me and is safe to say
Well, I've real long and hard, so hard my brain is numb
Now I say (Hollywood!), Hollywood (Hollywood!)
Hollywood I come!