Luyện nghe bài hát Little Butterball

I'm Little Butterball
Dear Butterball
I could never tell why
My mount
My count
Is as high as an eye

They me to diet
I I'd try it
Yet somehow my weight not budge
Each Metrecal
To me ookie
So I covered it hot fudge

I ate
And such messes
And pushed all my aside
I to the caterers
"No more mashed
baked, and hash browned, and French fried"

I sing this sad
my diet went wrong
Though I honestly to pay heed
I don't how high
Is an eye
But an rear I don't need