Luyện nghe bài hát The Contest

I am Adolfo Pirelli, da king of da
Da barber of
E buon giorno, day, I blow you a kiss
And I da Pirelli
I wish-a to who has-a da nerve-a
To say my elixir is Who says this?

I do, I am Mr. Todd
And I have opened a of Pirelli's Elixir
And I say to you, it is but an arrant fraud
from piss and ink

He's right,
Better to throw your money down the
and gentlemen
Pay no to that madman
to be the first for a magnificent shave?

And furthermore, I have no kings
Yet I wager I can shave a cheek
And pull a with ten times more dexterity
any street mountebank

You see these The finest in England
I lay them five pounds, you are no match for me
You hear me, sir? accept my challenge
Or yourself as a sham, bravo, bravo

Zees are fine razors
Instruments like once seen
be soon forgotten, and a fine extractor too
You wager against five pounds, sir? I do

You hear zis man? Watch and see
How he will regret his folly, five it is
Friends, neighbors, who's for a shave?
Me, Mr. Todd, sir, and me, Mr. Todd, sir
here, bring me a chair
Boy, bring ze basins, ze towels
Yes, sir,

Will Beadle Bamford be the
Glad as always to
My friends and
Put it there, Ready, ready
The fastest, smoothest is the winner

Now, signorini, signori, we mix a da
But a you gather around, signorini, signori
You a man who have had a
Da glory to shave-a da

Mr. Sweeney, so
Oh, I you pardon
me a lie, was a only a cardinal
Nope, it da Pope

Perhaps, signorini,
You like-a I tell-a, da famous-a
Of Queen
Da of-a Polan
Whose toot' swollen

I pull it so nice from her
That-a to begin
a screaming-a murder
She's later-a swoon-a bliss
An' was heard-a to
all of 'em out

To da face, to pull a da toot'
Require da and not a da brute
For you slip, you nick da skin
You clip-a da chin, you da lip a bit
And dat's-a da

To shave-a da face or even a
Widout it-a smart require da
It take-a da art, I show you a
I study-a starting in my

To cut-a da hair, to da beard
To make-a da clean like a whistle
Dis is early infancy
Da talent to me by God

It da skill, it take-a da brains
It take-a da will to take-a da
It take-a da pace, it take-a da
The winner is
Smooth as a baby's

And now for a tooth pulling
without charge
Me, sir, me, sir, who No one?

sir, since there is no means
To test the skill
I claim the pounds
To he is entitled, right?

Wait, one moment,
You, boy, get on chair
Me, Oh, not a tooth, sir
I beg of you, I got a twinge
Not the pain, I

You do now
We see who is zee now
Zis Todd or zee great Pirelli
Ready, ready

To pull-a da widout-a da skill
Can da root
Now hold-a da an' if-a you slip
You a bit, you hit da pit of it

Or chip-a da do and to fill
To pull-a da toot' widout-a da
You leave-a da space all da place
You try to erase widout-a da

Sometimes is da case you kill
To hold-a da clamp da cramp
Wid all dat saliva, it drive-a you crazy

mutter or back-a you go to da gutter
My touch is as as a butter-a cup
I da pains, I learn-a da art
I use-a da brains, I da heart
I have-a da grace, I da race

Not a of pain, not a twinge
The man's a marvel
The winner, Mr. Sweeney Todd

Sir, I bow to a far defter than my own
The pounds
Here, sir, and may the good smile on you
we meet again

Come, boy
Signori, signorini
giorno, buon giorno a tutti