Luyện nghe bài hát Peter And The Wolf

Hello, and Girls.
This is a story that I like to call, and the Wolf''.
Are you comfortably?
Are you!?
Good, then begin....

Each character is represented by a different of the synthesized
orchestra.

For instance, the part of Billy the Bird is by a flute, like this...

The part of Bruce the Duck is by an oboe...

the Cat is a clarinet. All right, he's not really a
clarinet. He's just --- you know, he's by a clarinet....

The part of the Grandfather will be by Don Amiche.
He...
make it? Oh. Huh.
Okay, um, hmm, in that case, the part of the Grandfather will be by,
huh, a bassoon....

Three horns play the part of... uhm... three French horns... uh...

(The Wolf! It's the Wolf!) Right! The Wolf. the Wolf....

The kettle drum and bass represent the sub-machine-gun fire of the
hunters...

And, of course, as always, the of Bob the Janitor is played by the
accordion.

Well, it for the introductions. And now, the story.

A long time ago, in a far far away... uh.... Oh, excuse me...

Once upon a time --- I think it was Thursday --- a boy named Peter
opened the and went out into the big green meadow.

On the branch of a big sat a little bird.
is quiet'', said the bird.
``Holy cow! A talking bird!'', Peter.

Just then, the Duck came waddling by. Bruce was very happy that Peter
hadn't closed gate and he decided to check out the deep in the meadow.

Billy the saw the Duck, so he decided to fly down and pick an argument
him.

``What kind of are you if you can't fly?'', he said; to which the Duck
replied, ``I'm a duck! Stupid!''

They argued and argued. The Duck swimming in the pond. The bird
skipping the shore. (Scratch) Sorry.

Suddenly, something caught eye --- and you know how painful that
can be. It was Louie the Cat through the grass.

Louie the Cat thought, ``If the is busy arguing, I'll just grab him''.
So quietly, Louie towards him on his velvet paws. Well, his paws
weren't really velvet... were, you know, kind of like velvet. It's
a, what call it? Uh, a `metaphor'. It's a metaphor, get it?

``Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out!
out! Look out! out!'', advised Peter.

The bird immediately flew up the tree... while Bruce the Duck quacked
at Louie the Cat... the middle of the pond.

Louie the Cat walked around the and thought, ``Is it worth climbing up
so high, or should I send out for pizza?''

Grandfather came out. He was all out of shape because Peter had gone
the meadow.

``It's a place. If a Wolf should come out of the forest, then what
you do, huh?''
Peter did not answer, because after all, it was a question.

Boys like Peter are afraid of a lot of things, Nuclear annihilation and
algebra, but they're not afraid of Wolves.

But Grandfather got Peter in a headlock and him home, telling him
that he was grounded and that he couldn't watch any cartoons for weeks.

then, as luck would have it, a big, mean, hairy, ferocious, snarling,
carnivorous Wolf, huh, did out of the forest!
But I guess we all knew was coming. I mean, the story is called,
`Peter and the Wolf'. We very well call it, `Peter and the Wolf'
if wasn't any wolf, could we?
Huh, that would be stupid.

The Cat was up the in a twinkling; which is about, oh, 2.3 seconds.

the Duck quacked so hard that he propelled himself backwards
and up dry land.

For of you taking notes, this is a fine practical example of Newton's
First Law of Motion, which clearly states that for action there is
an equal and reaction.

But no matter how quickly tried to waddle away, he couldn't escape
Seymore the Wolf who was wearing his best pair of shoes.

The Wolf was closing in on the Duck. It was getting and closer
and closer and and then....

He got 'em! He got 'em! Oh no! Oh, it was terrible!
Oh, oh I believe it! Oh!
The humanity! The humanity! Oh my God! Ahh-hoh, oh, huh.

And then with one big gulp, `wolfed' him down. (Burp)

Um, let me the story briefly in case you just walked into the room:
Louie the Cat was sitting on one branch. Billy the was on another
branch, not too close to Louie, and Bob the Janitor was at home
his refrigerator.

The Wolf walked around the tree so many times that he made a trench.

Meanwhile, Peter was standing behind the closed gate, videotaping
that was on.

Peter got an idea. He ran home and got a big spool of his
grandfather's unwaxed floss.

One of the branches of the tree that the Wolf was was conveniently
stretched out over a stone wall.

Peter scaled the wall, lickity-split, which is even faster a twinkling.

Then he grabbed the branch and onto the tree.

Peter said to the Bird, ``I want you to fly down and circle around the
Wolf's head to distract him, but be very careful he catch you and
your skull in and tear out your lungs and chew you up into itsy-bitsy
teeny-tiny pieces.''

``Okay'', the bird.

Billy the Bird almost touched the Wolf's head with his while the Wolf
snapped angrily at him. ``Go ahead'', said the Wolf, my day''.

``Come on, cut it out'', the Wolf, ``you're askin' for trouble,
Punk''. But Billy the Bird just on harassing him.

Meanwhile, Peter made a out of the dental floss and, carefully letting
it down, caught the Wolf by the tail and with all his might.

Feeling caught, the Wolf got really ticked off and started jerking back
and forth.

Peter the other end of the dental floss to the tree and left the Wolf
in mid-air.
``Hey, Big Bad Wolf'', said Peter, ``why you come up here and get
us

``I would'', the Wolf, ``but, well, I'm kinda tied up right now.''

Just then, some members of the National Rifle came out of the
woods, firing their magnums, and bazookas.

But yelled, ``Don't shoot. Billy the Bird and I have caught the Wolf.
Now, take him to the Zoo''.

``Great idea!'', said the hunters, ``and if he likes that, next we'll
him to Disneyland!''

Just the victory parade. Peter was at the head. (Flush)
But after a few minutes he was through and then the parade began Peter
at the front.

After him, the leading Seymore the Wolf.

Then Grandfather, and the Cat, and finally, Bob the janitor who had to
sweep up the mess.
Grandfather shook his head discontentedly, ``Well, Peter, if you hadn't
caught the What then?''
``Well'', said Peter, ``he probably would ripped out my intestines with
his teeth.''
``(Cough/gag/choke)'', said Grandfather, ``I that, you idiot.
It was a question.''

Above them, the Bird chirped proudly. ``Yeah, that's right. We bad.
We bad''.

decided that he'd had enough of the pond and the meadow and the
whole stinking scene, so he ran off to Los Angeles and a Heavy Metal
band.

And about Bruce the Duck?
Well, the had been in such a hurry that he swallowed him... alive!
which means the gastric juices slowly his body and he died a long,
death.

However, you'll be happy to hear that just a few later he was reincarnated
as MacLaine.

And the moral of the story is... oral hygiene is important. Make sure you
see your dentist at twice a year