Luyện nghe bài hát Three Little Pigs

Why you, sit right back,
And I, I may you, a tale.
A tale of three, 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 to Hollywood, to become a star.
But, on the farm, he knew nothing of the city.
Built his out of straw, what a pity.
And then one day, jamming on chords,
Along came the wolf, 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 your in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll your house in!

Well the second little piggy, well he was stoked.
He spent most of his just a ganga smoking.
Huffing and a puffin on Venice Beach.
Getting money for religious speech.
He built his shelter what he garbage picked.
Mostly made up of old and sticks.
Then one day he was 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!
Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow house in.
Huffing, puffin, your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow house in.
Huffing and a and I'll blow your house in!

the third little piggy, the grade A student.
His was a rock star, named Pig Nugent.
Earned his Masters Degree, Harvard 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 smasher
The big bad wolf, the little slasher.

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 blow house in.
Huffing, puffin, your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your 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 they nine-eleven, like any piggy would.
The sent out Rambo, just as fast, as could.

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

Well the wolf fell dead as you can see.
to end the story, for you and me.
If you still give a listen, you 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 your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow house in.
and a puffin 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 puffin and blow your house in!

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