Luyện nghe bài hát Pumpkin Pie

There lived a merchant in the of old
who is remembered for the he sold.
No trinkets silver, bronze or gold.
So I'm told, so I'm told.

He made a most delicious pie,
which he to the passersby.
the sun set he'd be all but dry.
Folks would buy the supply.

He lived (he lived alone)
and every night he sat a throne of pumpkin pie.
I do not know his (he'd never say his name).
He never wanted all the fame that came with pie.

you knew it he was in full swing.
His pies became the next big thing.
Soon he was called upon to the King.
And sing, feed the King

The pie of pumpkin filled the with glee.
He a castle for the recipe, but...
the merchant wouldn't give it up for three.
No not he, no not he.

He lived (he lived alone)
and night he sat upon a throne of pumpkin pie.
I do not know his (he'd never say his name).
He never wanted all the fame that with pumpkin pie.

The King was and he came unwound.
He called his men, and soon the merchant
himself in a chamber underground.
Tied and bound, he and frowned.

And so they him for night and day.
They made him scream so much his hair gray, but--
as for the recipe, he not say.
could not flay his pride away.

He lived alone (he alone)
and night he sat upon a throne of pumpkin pie.
I do not his name (he'd never say his name).
He never all the pain that came with pumpkin pie.