Luyện nghe bài hát The Contest

I am Pirelli, da king of da barbers
Da barber of
E buon giorno, good day, I blow you a
And I da Pirelli
I to know-a who has-a da nerve-a
To say my elixir is piss? Who this?

I do, I am Mr. Sweeney
And I have a bottle of Pirelli's Elixir
And I say to you, it is nothing but an arrant
Concocted piss and ink

right, phew
Better to throw money down the sewer
and gentlemen
Pay no attention to madman
Who's to be the for a magnificent shave?

And furthermore, I have no kings
Yet I wager that I can a cheek
And pull a tooth ten times more dexterity
Than any street

You see these razors? The finest in
I lay them against pounds, you are no match for me
You me, sir? Either accept my challenge
Or reveal yourself as a sham, bravo,

Zees are indeed razors
Instruments zees once seen
Cannot be soon forgotten, and a fine too
You wager zees against five pounds, I do

You hear zis man? Watch and see
How he regret his folly, five pounds it is
Friends, neighbors, who's for a free
Me, Mr. Todd, sir, and me, Mr. Todd, sir
Over here, me a chair
Boy, bring ze basins, bring ze
Yes, sir,

Will Beadle Bamford be the
Glad as to oblige
My and neighbors
Put it there, Ready, ready
The fastest, smoothest shave is the

Now, signorini, signori, we mix a da
But first a you around, signorini, signori
You a man who have had a
Da glory to shave-a da

Mr. Sweeney, so
Oh, I you pardon
me a lie, was a only a cardinal
Nope, it was-a da

Perhaps, signorini,
You I tell-a, da famous-a story
Of Isabella
Da Queen of-a
toot' was-a swollen

I pull it so from her mout'
though to begin
She's a murder
later-a swoon-a with bliss
An' was to shout
all of 'em out

To shave-a da face, to a da toot'
Require da and not a da brute
For if-a you slip, you nick da
You da chin, you rip-a da lip a bit
And dat's-a da

To shave-a da face or a part
Widout it-a require da heart
It take-a da art, I show you a
I study-a in my yout'

To cut-a da hair, to da beard
To make-a da bristle like a whistle
Dis is from early
Da give to me by God

It take-a da skill, it take-a da
It take-a da will to take-a da
It take-a da pace, it take-a da
The winner is
Smooth as a baby's

And now who's for a pulling
Free without
Me, sir, me, sir, who else? No

Then sir, there is no means
To test the skill
I claim the five
To which he is entitled,

Wait, one moment,
You, boy, get on that
Me, Oh, not a tooth, sir
I beg of you, I ain't got a
Not the pain, I

You do now
We see who is zee now
Zis Mister or zee great Pirelli
Ready? Ready,

To pull-a da widout-a da skill
Can damage da
Now hold-a da still an' if-a you
You a bit, you hit da pit of it

Or chip-a da do and to fill
To pull-a da toot' widout-a da
You da space all over da place
You try to widout-a da trace

Sometimes is da you even-a kill
To hold-a da widout-a da cramp
Wid all dat saliva, it could-a drive-a you

Don' mutter or you go to da gutter
My touch is as light as a cup
I da pains, I learn-a da art
I use-a da brains, I give-a da
I have-a da grace, I da race

Not a twinge of pain, not a
The man's a marvel
The winner, Mr. Sweeney Todd

Sir, I bow to a skill far defter my own
The five
Here, sir, and may the good smile on you
we meet again

Come, boy
Signori, bellissime
Buon giorno, buon giorno a