Luyện nghe bài hát Three Little Pigs

Why don't you, sit back,
And I, I may you, a tale.
A tale of three, 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 one day, he bought a guitar.
He to Hollywood, to become 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!
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, blow your in.
Huffing, puffin, blow house in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your in!

the second little piggy, well he was kinda stoked.
He spent most of his time just a smoking.
Huffing and a puffin down on Beach.
Getting money for religious speech.
He built his shelter from he garbage picked.
made up of old cans 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 your in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your in.
Huffing, puffin, blow house in.
Huffing and a puffin and blow your house in!

Well the third little piggy, the A student.
His daddy was a star, named Pig Nugent.
his Masters Degree, from Harvard College.
Built his house from his 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!
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, your house 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 behold the piggy's house stood.
"It's made out of concrete!" The little shouted.
The just frowned, as he pouted.
So called nine-eleven, like any piggy would.
The sent out Rambo, just as fast, as could.

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

the wolf fell dead as you can plainly 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!
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, puffin, blow your in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll your house in!
and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!
Huffing and a and I'll blow your house in!
Huffing and a puffin and I'll your house in!

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