Luyện nghe bài hát Soliloquy

I what 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 spittin' of his dad
But he'll have more sense
his puddin'-headed father ever had

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

Bill. I see that he is named after 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 high
And his planted firm 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 what he does as long as he does what he
He can sit on his tail or work on a with a hammer and hammer in spikes
He can a boat on a river or peddle a pack on his back
Or work up and down the streets of a town with a whip and a horse and a

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

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

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

My boy, Bill he'll be tall and as as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree grow with his head held high
And his feet firm on the ground
And you won't see dare to try to boss or toss him around
No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed boss him around

And be damned if he'll marry his boss's daughter
A skinny-lipped virgin blood like water
Who'll him a peck and call it a kiss
And look in his eyes 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 him lots 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 father to a

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

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

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

I get ready before she comes
Gotta make certain that she won't be up in slums with a lot o' bums like me
She's be sheltered and fed and dressed in the best that money can buy
I knew how to get money but, I'll try, by God! I'll try
I'll go out and make it or it
Or it or die