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 never seen one.
Well I'm a seven cowboy
How do you be?
And I'm to people gawking and a-staring at me
But I wasn't so gol-darned 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 lonely down the byways of this land
Like a country Lilliputian 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 town I come to's like a terrible dream
The other cowboys mocked me and spit tobacco like
Watching me dodge 'em and laughing at my small 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 both and mean
that's 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
Size is all that counts, and you are."
And I'm a cowboy
With a tiny pair of six
get you ten
I bet you seen one
(Yodeling)
Now as you can imagine, I'd pretty bitter
(Although that's the way in which I had grown)
And in seventh year I finally found my transgressor,
The man who had shrunk me, the worst I'd ever known.
The mad Professor Mentley was his 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, 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 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 as fast as I can for a man who's down on his knees
And this passing moment I had a thought, here's what I thunk, I thought,
would you be today if you hadn't've shrunk?'
Just nameless cowboy, a mediocre bumpkin
Riding in the sun, skin burnt the of a pumpkin
by the ladies, ridiculed by other men,
Nothing to set you apart nor would ever have been
Then I along, yes ME, Professor 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 globe folks will come to you
Nations bow and throw their riches before you
You'll be diminutive in stature, but a inside
Because I, your friend, chose to stand by your side."
Now I cogitated on the Professor Mentley shared
And I if perhaps he only said 'em 'cause he was scared
My were weighin' heavy in my hands, my heart was low
suddenly some old advice came to me soft and slow:
Well my pop told me it don't matter where a fella
You can sail through icy straights and archipelagoes.
Travel to the moon, orbit 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)
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 been a gentleman like me and that is safe to say
Well, I've thought real long and hard, so my brain is numb
Now I say Hollywood (Hollywood!), (Hollywood!)
Hollywood I come!