Luyện nghe bài hát Pumpkin Pie

There a merchant 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 most pumpkin pie,
which he to the passersby.
Before the sun set 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.

Before you knew it he was in 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 the King with glee.
He offered a for the recipe, but...
the merchant even 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 all the fame that came with pumpkin pie.

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

And so they tortured him for 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 alone (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 pain that came pumpkin pie.