Luyện nghe bài hát Soliloquy

I wonder what he'll of me
I he'll call me "the old man"
I he'll 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
Than his puddin'-headed father had

I'll him to wrassle and dive through a wave
When we go in the morning for our
His mother can him the way to behave
But she make a sissy out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not

Bill. I will see that he is named after me, I
My boy, Bill, he'll be tall and tough as a tree, will
Like a tree grow with his head held high
And his feet firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try to boss or toss him
No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll him around

I don't give a damn he does as long as he does what he likes
He can sit on his tail or work on a rail with a and hammer in spikes
He can ferry a boat on a or peddle a pack on his back
Or work up and the streets of a town with a whip and a horse and a hack

He can a scow along a canal
Run a cow a corral
Or maybe for a carousel
Of course, it takes talent to do that

He be a champ of the heavyweights
Or a fella that you glue
Or President of the 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 be tall and as tough as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree he'll grow with his head held
And his planted firm on the ground
And you see nobody dare to try to boss or toss him around
No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, bully'll boss him around

And I'll be damned if he'll marry his daughter
A skinny-lipped virgin with blood like
Who'll him a peck and call it a kiss
And look in his through a *lorgnette*
Hey, why am I takin' on like
My kid ain't been born yet

I can see him he's seventeen or so
And in to go with a girl
I can give him of pointers
Very sound, on the way to get any girl
I can him
Wait a
it be?
What the
if he is a girl?
You can have fun a son
But you got to be a to a girl

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

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

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

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