Luyện nghe bài hát Soliloquy

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

I bet he turns 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 through a
When we go in the morning for our
His can teach him the way to behave
But she won't make a out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not

Bill. I will see that he is named after me, I
My boy, Bill, be tall and tough as a tree, will Bill
a tree he'll grow with his head held high
And his feet planted on the ground
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 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 work up and 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 talent to do that well

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

Spoken His mother would that, but he wouldn't be President 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 his head held high
And his feet firm 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 be damned if he'll marry his boss's daughter
A skinny-lipped virgin with 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 like
My kid even been born yet

I can see him when he's or so
And startin' in to go 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 to a girl

She mighn't be so bad, at
A kid with ribbons in her
A kind of neat and petite tin-type of her mother
What a

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

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

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