Luyện nghe bài hát Soliloquy

I wonder he'll think of me
I guess call me "the old man"
I guess think I can lick
other fella's father
Well, I can

I bet that he out to be
The image of his dad
But he'll have more common
his puddin'-headed father ever had

I'll teach him to and dive through a wave
we go in the morning for our swim
His mother can teach him the way to
But she make a sissy out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not

Bill. I will see that he is named me, I will
My boy, Bill, he'll be tall and as a tree, will Bill
Like a he'll grow with his head held high
And his feet planted on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try to or toss him around
No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll boss him

I don't give a damn he does as long as he does what he likes
He can sit on his tail or work on a rail with a hammer and in spikes
He can a boat on a river or peddle a pack on his back
Or work up and down the of a town with a whip and a horse and a hack

He can haul a scow along a
Run a cow a corral
Or bark for a carousel
Of course, it talent to do that well

He might be a champ of the
Or a fella sells you glue
Or President of the States
be all right, too

Spoken His would like that, but he wouldn't be President unless he wanted to be
Not

My boy, Bill he'll be and as tough as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree he'll grow with his held high
And his feet planted firm on the
And you won't see nobody to try to boss or toss him around
No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, bully'll boss him around

And I'll be damned if he'll marry his daughter
A skinny-lipped virgin blood like water
Who'll give him a peck and it a kiss
And in his eyes through a *lorgnette*
Hey, why am I on like this?
My kid even been born yet

I can see him when he's or so
And startin' in to go a girl
I can give him of pointers
Very sound, on the way to get 'round any
I can him
Wait a
it be?
What the
if he is a girl?
You can fun with a son
But you got to be a to a girl

She mighn't be so bad, at
A kid ribbons in her hair
A kind of neat and petite tin-type of her mother
a pair

My little girl, and white as peaches and cream is she
My little girl is half as bright as girls were meant to be
Dozens of boys pursue her, a likely lad
what he can to woo her from her faithful dad

She has a few pink and white young of two and three
But my little girl gets hungry ev'ry night and she comes to me

I gotta get ready she comes
Gotta make certain that she be dragged up in slums with a lot o' bums like me
She's gotta be sheltered and fed and dressed in the that money can buy
I never knew how to get money but, I'll try, by God! try
go out and make it or steal it
Or it or die