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, well he was hip.
He spent most of his days, just a 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 house out of straw, a pity.
And then one day, on some chords,
Along came the wolf, 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!
I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your in!

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

Well the little piggy, the grade A student.
His was a rock star, named Pig Nugent.
Earned his Degree, from Harvard College.
Built his house from his knowledge.
A mansion, Hollywood Hills.
Daddy's stardom, paid for the bills.
And then one day came the old house
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!
Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow house in.
Huffing, puffin, your house in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll 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 just frowned, as he pouted.
So they called nine-eleven, 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 as you can plainly see.
to end the story, for you and me.
If you still give a listen, you 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, blow your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your in.
Huffing, puffin, your house in.
Huffing, puffin, your house in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll your house in!
and a puffin 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 can easily amuse
Idiots, a stupid, puppet show."