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 piggy, well he was kinda hip.
He spent most of his days, a dreaming of the city.
And then one day, he a guitar.
He to Hollywood, to become a star.
But, living on the farm, he knew of the city.
Built his house out of straw, a pity.
And then one day, on some chords,
Along came the wolf, on his door.

Little Pig, 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 blow house in.
Huffing, puffin, your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your in.
Huffing and a puffin and blow your house in!

Well the second little piggy, well he was stoked.
He spent of his time just a ganga smoking.
Huffing and a puffin down on Beach.
Getting paid for religious speech.
He built his shelter from what he 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!
Pig, little 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, blow your in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll your house in!

Well the third piggy, the grade A student.
His was a rock 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 piggy slasher.

Little Pig, 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, blow your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your 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 piggy's house stood.
"It's made out of concrete!" The piggy shouted.
The just 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 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 still a listen, you just may,
Here the big or little 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!
Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your in.
Huffing, puffin, your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll your house in!
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your in!
Huffing and a puffin and blow your house in!
Huffing and a puffin and blow your house in!

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