Luyện nghe bài hát Soliloquy

I what he'll think of me
I guess he'll 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 spittin' of his dad
But have more common sense
Than his puddin'-headed ever had

I'll teach him to wrassle and dive through a
When we go in the for our swim
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 that he is named me, I will
My boy, Bill, he'll be tall and tough as a tree, Bill
Like a tree he'll grow with his head held
And his feet planted firm on the
And you won't see dare to try to boss or toss him around
No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed boss him around

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

He can haul a scow along a
Run a cow around a
Or maybe bark for a
Of course, it takes to do that well

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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