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 spent of his days, just a dreaming 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.
Built his out of straw, what a pity.
And then one day, on some chords,
Along the wolf, knocking on his door.

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

Well the little piggy, well he was kinda stoked.
He spent of his time just a ganga smoking.
Huffing and a puffin down on Beach.
Getting paid for religious speech.
He his shelter from what he garbage picked.
Mostly made up of old and sticks.
one day he was cranking out Bob Marley,
And along came the 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!
Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your in.
Huffing, puffin, blow house in.
Huffing and a puffin and blow your house in!

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

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

the big bad Wolf,
Well he huffed, and he puffed, all he could.
And low and the little piggy's house stood.
"It's made out of concrete!" The piggy 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.

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

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