Luyện nghe bài hát Soliloquy

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

I bet he turns out to be
The image of his dad
But he'll more common sense
Than his father ever had

I'll him to wrassle and dive through a wave
we go in the morning for our swim
His mother can him the way to behave
But she won't make a 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 and tough as a tree, will Bill
a tree he'll grow with his head held high
And his feet firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody to try to boss or toss him around
No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll him around

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 rail with a hammer and hammer in
He can ferry a boat on a or peddle a pack on his back
Or work up and down the streets of a town a whip and a horse and a hack

He can haul a along a canal
Run a cow around a
Or bark for a carousel
Of course, it talent to do that well

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

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

My boy, Bill he'll be and as tough as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree grow with his head held high
And his planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try to boss or toss him
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 blood like water
Who'll him a peck and call it a kiss
And look in his eyes a *lorgnette*
Hey, why am I takin' on this?
My kid ain't even born yet

I can see him he's seventeen or so
And in to go with a girl
I can give him lots of
Very sound, on the way to get 'round any
I can him
a minute
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 mighn't be so bad, at
A kid ribbons in her hair
A kind of neat and petite little of her mother
What a

My little girl, pink and white as peaches and is she
My little girl is half as bright 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 young fellas of two and three
But my little gets hungry ev'ry night and she comes home to me

I gotta get before she comes
Gotta certain that 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 that can buy
I never knew how to get money but, try, by God! I'll try
go out and make it or steal it
Or it or die