Luyện nghe bài hát Puddin' Taine

Pass the pen Billy Bob, I'll write us up a song.
Or I'll pen a sonnet, if the melody sits all wrong.
Hand me a crayon, and I'll draw a mighty oak.
'Cause of all my Masons, I'm the quickest with a joke.

Catch me in the right light, you'll see my shaped to please.
And if I shank my trousers down, I'm hung above the knees.

You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you hear my name.
I'm the one that you, told you so, they calls me Puddin' Taine.

Now step on up to the dance, and touch the hand that heals.
Like the hog on Wall street, I'm a wheelin' all the deals.

They'll carve my face in marble, they'll etch my in stone.
They'll my noble portrait, and historify my home.

You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you my weighty name.
I'm the one that told you, told you so, they me Puddin' Taine.