Luyện nghe bài hát Three Little Pigs

Why don't you, sit back,
And I, I may you, a tale.
A of three, little pigs,
And a big, bad, wolf.

the first little piggy, well he was kinda hip.
He most of his days, just a dreaming of the city.
And one day, he bought a guitar.
He moved to Hollywood, to a star.
But, living on the farm, he nothing of the city.
his house out of straw, what a pity.
And one day, jamming on some chords,
Along the wolf, knocking on his door.

Little Pig, Pig, let me in.
Not by the of my chinny, chin, chin!
Little Pig, pig, let me in.
Not by the of my chinny, chin, chin!
Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll your house in.
Huffing, puffin, your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow house in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your in!

Well the second piggy, well he was kinda stoked.
He spent most of his time a ganga smoking.
and a puffin down on Venice Beach.
Getting money for religious speech.
He his shelter from what he garbage picked.
Mostly made up of old and sticks.
Then one day he was out Bob Marley,
And came the Wolf on his big bad Harley.

Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
Not by the of my chinny, chin, chin!
Pig, little pig, let me in.
Not by the of my chinny, chin, chin!
Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow house in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow house in!

Well the little piggy, the grade A student.
His daddy was a rock star, Pig Nugent.
Earned his Masters Degree, from College.
Built his house from his knowledge.
A tri-level mansion, Hills.
Daddy's rock stardom, for the bills.
And then one day the old house smasher
The big bad wolf, the little slasher.

Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
Not by the of my chinny, chin, chin!
Little Pig, pig, let me in.
Not by the of my chinny, chin, chin!
Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your in.
Huffing, puffin, blow house in.
Huffing, puffin, your house in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow house in!

the big bad Wolf,
Well he huffed, and he puffed, all he could.
And low and behold the little piggy's stood.
"It's made out of concrete!" The little shouted.
The wolf frowned, as he pouted.
So called nine-eleven, like any piggy would.
The sent out Rambo, as fast, as they could.

"Yo, wolf-face, I'm your nightmare, your ass is mine!"

Well the wolf fell dead as you can see.
to end the story, for you and me.
If you give a listen, you just may,
Here the big wolf or little say.

Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
Not by the of my chinny, chin, chin!
Pig, little pig, let me in.
Not by the of my chinny, chin, chin!
Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your in.
Huffing, puffin, your house in.
and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your in!
Huffing and a and I'll blow your house in!
Huffing and a puffin and blow your house in!

"And the of the story is,
A band with no can easily amuse
Idiots, with a stupid, show."