Luyện nghe bài hát Pumpkin Pie

There lived a in the days 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 delicious pumpkin 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 upon a throne of pie.
I do not know his name (he'd say his name).
He never wanted all the fame that came with pie.

you knew it he was in full swing.
His pumpkin pies became the big thing.
he was called upon to feed the King.
And they'd sing, the King

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

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

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

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

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