Luyện nghe bài hát The Contest

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

I do, I am Mr. Todd
And I have a bottle of Pirelli's Elixir
And I say to you, it is but an arrant fraud
from piss and ink

He's right,
Better to throw your down the sewer
Ladies and
Pay no attention to madman
Who's to be the first for a magnificent

And furthermore, I serviced no kings
Yet I wager that I can a cheek
And pull a with ten times more dexterity
Than any mountebank

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

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

You hear zis foolish man? and see
How he will regret his folly, five it is
Friends, neighbors, for a free shave?
Me, Mr. Todd, sir, and me, Mr. Todd, sir
Over here, bring me a
Boy, bring ze basins, bring ze
Yes, sir,

Beadle Bamford be the judge?
Glad as always to
My friends and
Put it there, Ready, ready
The fastest, shave is the winner

Now, signorini, signori, we mix a da
But first a you around, signorini, signori
You looking a man who 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 da Pope

Perhaps, signorini,
You like-a I tell-a, da famous-a
Of Queen
Da Queen Polan
Whose was-a swollen

I it so nice from her mout'
That-a though to
She's a screaming-a
She's swoon-a with bliss
An' was heard-a to
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 even a
Widout smart require da heart
It da art, I show you a chart
I study-a starting in my

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

It take-a da skill, it da brains
It take-a da to take-a da pains
It take-a da pace, it da grace
The is Todd
Smooth as a arse

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 Todd or zee great
Ready, ready

To pull-a da toot' da skill
Can da root
Now hold-a da still an' you slip
You a bit, you hit da pit of it

Or da do and have-a to fill
To pull-a da widout-a da grace
You da space all over da place
You try to erase widout-a da

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

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

Not a twinge of pain, not a
The man's a bloody
The two-time winner, Mr. Sweeney

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

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