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.
behind the funeral procession...
With his fixed in a suitable expression.
There'll be horses with black plumes
To escort us to the tombs,
mourners
In all
Who've been to weep in tune.

the coffin lined with satin.
That's funeral!

[MRS.
That's funeral!

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

[MRS.
your funeral!

We're here to glamourize you for that
sleep.

[MRS. AND SOWERBERRY]
You might as well look fetching
When you're six deep!

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

[MR.
That's funeral!

[MRS.
Not our funeral.

That's funeral!

If fond of overeating
That's funeral.

[MRS.
That's funeral!

Starve by undereating
your funeral.

[MRS.
That's funeral!

[SOWERBERRY & MRS.
Visualize the earth descending on you by clod.
You can't back when you're buried
the ...sod!

We will not our prices.
Keep vices usual.

That's your

[MRS.
Not our funeral.

That's funeral.

[MR.
I don't think song is funny.

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

That's funeral.

[MR.
your funeral!

We don't harbour macabre,
There's no to frown.

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

your...

[MRS.
your...

Funeral!