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 seven inch
How do you be?
And I'm used to people gawking and at me
But I wasn't always so wee
Let me you my story,
You can for free.
For long years,
Now that's a for every inch I stand
I've traveled small and down the byways of this giant land
Like a western Lilliputian too afraid to stop
I'm at the bottom of the food chain I once was at the top.
I wandered on foot, my horse had 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 laughing at my squeaky scream
I to a saloon to get a drink
They wouldn't me
They stuffed me in a and slid me up and down the bar
And all the women gathered round and had their way with me
They sang a song cold and mean
'Cause how women are,
sang,
"A man can pan for gold and strike it rich and be a
Or the rodeo and be the best one at it anywhere.
Drive a brand new car, be a movie
is all that counts, and there you are."
And I'm a cowboy
a tiny pair of six guns
get you ten
I bet you seen one
(Yodeling)
Now as you can imagine, I'd grown bitter
(Although the only way in which I had grown)
And in that seventh I finally found my transgressor,
The man who had shrunk me, the 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 that strange experiments are just what I do
It's like a pastime and more like a job
Why if I didn't do it, I'd be an 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 this passing moment I had a thought, what I thunk, I thought,
'Where would you be today if you hadn't've
Just another cowboy, a mediocre bumpkin
in the sun, skin burnt the color of a pumpkin
Reviled by the ladies, by other men,
to set you apart nor would there ever have been
Then I came along, yes ME, Mentley!
I you a gift! (though you weren't 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 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, true friend, chose to stand by your side."
Now I cogitated on the words Mentley shared
And I wondered if perhaps he said 'em 'cause he was scared
My guns were weighin' in my hands, my heart 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 sail icy straights and misty archipelagoes.
Travel to the moon, orbit every
don't really count 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)
never see another one (yeah!)
I Professor Mentley had a point although I shot him anyway
There's never a gentleman like me and that is safe to say
Well, I've thought real long and hard, so hard my brain is
Now I say (Hollywood!), Hollywood (Hollywood!)
Hollywood I come!