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 most of his days, just a dreaming of the city.
And then one day, he a guitar.
He moved to Hollywood, to a star.
But, living on the farm, he nothing of the city.
Built his house out of straw, 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!
Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, blow your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your 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 down on Venice Beach.
Getting money 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 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, blow house in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll your house in!

Well the little piggy, the grade A student.
His daddy was a rock star, Pig Nugent.
his Masters Degree, from Harvard College.
Built his from his architect knowledge.
A tri-level mansion, Hills.
rock stardom, paid for the bills.
And then one day the old house smasher
The big bad wolf, the piggy 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, I'll your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your 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 little shouted.
The wolf frowned, as he pouted.
So they 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,
the big wolf or little piggy say.

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

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