Luyện nghe bài hát That's Your Funeral

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

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

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

Then the coffin with satin.
That's funeral!

[MRS.
your funeral!

Large enough to wear hat in.
your funeral!

[MRS.
your funeral!

We're just here to glamourize you for
sleep.

[MRS. AND SOWERBERRY]
You might as well look fetching
When six feet 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 fond of
That's funeral.

[MRS.
That's funeral!

Starve yourself by
That's funeral.

[MRS.
That's funeral!

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

We will not our prices.
Keep vices usual.

That's funeral

[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.
That's funeral!

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

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

your...

[MRS.
your...

Funeral!