Luyện nghe bài hát Three Little Pigs

Why you, sit right back,
And I, I may you, a tale.
A of three, little pigs,
And a big, bad, wolf.

Well the little piggy, well he was kinda hip.
He spent most of his days, a dreaming of the city.
And one day, he bought 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 one day, jamming on some 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!
I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your in.
Huffing, puffin, your house in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll your house in!

Well the second little piggy, he was kinda stoked.
He spent most of his just a ganga smoking.
Huffing and a puffin on Venice Beach.
Getting paid money for 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 came 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!
Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, blow your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your in.
Huffing, puffin, your house in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your 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 house his architect knowledge.
A tri-level mansion, Hills.
Daddy's stardom, paid for the bills.
And one day came the old house smasher
The big bad wolf, the little 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, your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow 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 the little piggy's house stood.
"It's out of concrete!" The little piggy shouted.
The wolf frowned, as he pouted.
So they called nine-eleven, like any would.
The out Rambo, just as fast, as they could.

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

Well the fell dead 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 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 house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow house in!
Huffing and a puffin and blow your house in!
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your in!
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your in!

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