Luyện nghe bài hát Soliloquy

I what he'll think of me
I he'll call me "the old man"
I guess think I can lick
Ev'ry other father
Well, I can

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

I'll teach him to wrassle and dive a wave
When we go in the morning for our
His mother can him the way to behave
But she won't a sissy out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not

Bill. I will see he is named after 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 firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try to boss or him around
No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll boss him

I don't a damn what 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 ferry a boat on a river or peddle a on his back
Or up and down the streets of a town with a whip and a horse and a hack

He can haul a scow a canal
Run a cow a corral
Or maybe bark for a
Of course, it takes talent to do that

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

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

My boy, Bill be tall 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 dare to try to boss or toss him around
No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll him around

And I'll be if he'll marry his boss's daughter
A skinny-lipped virgin with like water
Who'll give him a peck and it a kiss
And look in his eyes through a
Hey, why am I takin' on like
My kid ain't even been yet

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

She be so bad, at that
A kid with in her hair
A kind of and petite little tin-type of her mother
What a

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

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

I get ready before she comes
Gotta make certain that she won't be dragged up in slums with a lot o' bums me
She's gotta be sheltered and fed and in the best that money can buy
I never knew how to get but, I'll try, by God! I'll try
go out and make it or steal it
Or it or die