Luyện nghe bài hát Puddin' Taine

Pass the pen there Bob, I'll write us up a song.
Or perhaps I'll pen a sonnet, if the melody all wrong.
Hand me a crayon, and I'll draw a mighty oak.
of all my brother 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 down, I'm hung just above the knees.

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

Now step on up to dance the dance, and 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 my name in stone.
They'll paint my noble portrait, and my home.

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