Luyện nghe bài hát That's Your Funeral

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

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

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

Then the coffin with satin.
That's funeral!

[MRS.
your funeral!

Large enough to your hat in.
your funeral!

[MRS.
your funeral!

We're just here to you for that
sleep.

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

[MRS.
At the we'll drink a toddy
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 yourself by
your funeral.

[MRS.
your funeral!

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

We will not our prices.
your 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 where's the

That's funeral.

[MR.
your funeral!

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

[MRS. AND SOWEBERRY]
In the end either burn you up or nail you down!
We love coughs and
And called incurable.
your funeral.
No one funeral,

your...

[MRS.
your...

Funeral!