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 seven years,
Now a year for every inch I stand
I've traveled small and lonely the byways of this giant land
a country western 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 every I come to's like a terrible dream
The other cowboys mocked me and spit tobacco meteors
Watching me dodge 'em and laughing at my small scream
I to a saloon to get a drink
wouldn't serve me
They stuffed me in a and slid me up and down the bar
And all the barroom women gathered and had their way with me
They sang a both cold 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 star
is all that counts, and there you are."
And I'm a cowboy
With a tiny pair of six
get you ten
I bet you never one
(Yodeling)
Now as you can imagine, I'd pretty bitter
(Although that's the only way in I had grown)
And in that seventh year I found my transgressor,
The man who had shrunk me, the worst I'd ever known.
The mad Professor Mentley was his name and I drew
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, time you pay, you gol-darned queer!"
And the said, "Wait! Wait!
Now you me, and I know you
And you know that strange 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 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 who's down on his
And just this passing moment I had a thought, what I thunk, I thought,
'Where you be today if you hadn't've shrunk?'
Just another cowboy, a mediocre bumpkin
Riding in the sun, skin burnt the of a pumpkin
Reviled by the ladies, ridiculed by men,
Nothing to set you nor would there ever have been
I came along, yes ME, Professor Mentley!
I gave you a gift! (though you grateful evidently)
I you from your average status, I made you unique
You're a seven-inch cowboy, not a six freak.
From every corner of the globe will come to adore you
Nations will bow and throw their 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 Mentley
And I if perhaps he only said 'em 'cause he was scared
My guns were heavy in my hands, my heart was low
When suddenly some old came to me soft and slow:
Well my pop told me it matter where a fella goes
You can sail icy straights and misty archipelagoes.
to the moon, orbit every 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)
You'll 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!