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 never 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 seven years,
Now that's a year for every inch I
I've traveled small and lonely down the byways of this land
Like a country western too afraid to stop
I'm at the bottom of the food chain whereas I was at the top.
I on foot, my horse had done abandoned me
And every town I to's like a terrible dream
The cowboys mocked me and spit tobacco like meteors
Watching me dodge 'em and laughing at my squeaky scream
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 round and had their way with me
sang a song both cold and mean
'Cause that's how 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 bitter
(Although that's the way in which I had grown)
And in that year 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 upon his shoulder and I grabbed him by the ear
I my little pistols up and I told 'im, "Look a-here!
You made me this way, time you pay, you gol-darned queer!"
And the said, "Wait! Wait!
Now you know me, and I you
And you that strange experiments are just 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 down on his knees
And just this passing moment I had a thought, here's I thunk, I thought,
'Where would you be if you hadn't've shrunk?'
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 nor would there ever have been
Then I came along, yes ME, Mentley!
I gave you a gift! (though you grateful evidently)
I plucked you from your average status, I you unique
You're a seven-inch cowboy, not a six freak.
From every corner of the globe folks will come to you
will bow and throw their riches before you
You'll be diminutive in stature, but a inside
Because I, your true friend, chose to stand by side."
Now I cogitated on the words Professor shared
And I wondered if perhaps he only said 'em he was scared
My were weighin' heavy in my hands, my heart was low
When suddenly some old advice came to me and slow:
Well my pop told me it don't matter where a goes
You can sail through icy and misty archipelagoes.
to the moon, orbit every star
Size don't really count and you are.
And I'm a cowboy (seven inches tall)
With a tiny of six guns (That's mighty damn small)
get you ten (For all you bettin' men)
You'll see another one (yeah!)
I guess Mentley had a point although I shot him anyway
There's never been a gentleman like me and that is to say
Well, I've thought real long and hard, so my brain is numb
Now I say Hollywood (Hollywood!), (Hollywood!)
Hollywood I come!