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.

Well the first little piggy, he was kinda hip.
He spent most of his days, just a of the city.
And then one day, he a guitar.
He moved to Hollywood, to a star.
But, on the farm, he knew nothing of the city.
his house out of straw, what a pity.
And then one day, jamming on chords,
came 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 blow house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow house in.
Huffing, puffin, your house in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow house in!

Well the second little piggy, he was kinda stoked.
He most of his time just a ganga smoking.
Huffing and a puffin on Venice Beach.
Getting money for religious speech.
He built his from what he garbage picked.
Mostly up of old cans and sticks.
one day he was cranking out Bob Marley,
And along the Wolf on his big bad Harley.

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!
I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.
Huffing, puffin, your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow house in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow house in!

Well the third little piggy, the A student.
His daddy was a star, named Pig Nugent.
Earned his Masters Degree, from College.
Built his from his architect knowledge.
A mansion, Hollywood Hills.
Daddy's stardom, paid for the bills.
And one day came 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, blow your house 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 house stood.
"It's out of concrete!" The little piggy shouted.
The wolf frowned, as he pouted.
So they called nine-eleven, any piggy would.
The sent out Rambo, as fast, as they could.

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

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

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!
I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.
Huffing, puffin, your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow house in.
Huffing and a and I'll blow your house in!
Huffing and a puffin and I'll your house in!
Huffing and a puffin and I'll your house in!
Huffing and a and I'll blow your house in!

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