Luyện nghe bài hát That's Your Funeral

[MR. (spoken)]
terms, Mr. Sowerberry...Liberal terms? Three pounds!

(spoken)]
Well, as a of fact, I was needing a boy....

He's a undertaker's mute.
I can see him in his black suit.
Following behind the procession...
With his features fixed in a expression.
There'll be horses tall black plumes
To escort us to the tombs,
With
In all
been taught to weep in tune.

Then the lined with satin.
That's funeral!

[MRS.
That's funeral!

Large enough to wear hat in.
That's funeral!

[MRS.
your funeral!

We're just to glamourize you for that
sleep.

[MRS. SOWERBERRY AND
You might just as well look
you're six feet deep!

[MRS.
At the wake we'll drink a
To the beautiful.

[MR.
That's funeral!

[MRS.
Not our funeral.

That's funeral!

If you're of overeating
That's funeral.

[MRS.
That's funeral!

Starve by undereating
That's funeral.

[MRS.
your funeral!

[SOWERBERRY & MRS.
Visualize the descending on you clod by clod.
You come back when you're buried
the ...sod!

We not reduce our prices.
your vices usual.

That's funeral

[MRS.
Not our funeral.

That's funeral.

[MR.
I think this song is funny.

That's funeral.
[MRS.
your funeral!
[MR.
Here's the boy, now the money?

That's funeral.

[MR.
That's funeral!

We harbour thoughts macabre,
There's no to frown.

[MRS. SOWERBERRY AND
In the end we'll either burn you up or you down!
We love and wheezes
And diseases incurable.
That's funeral.
No one funeral,

your...

[MRS.
your...

Funeral!