Luyện nghe bài hát The Cat Is Dead

Deedle Dee, three are we.
And we're as as can be.
We live with Grandma Ida and our dear old Ned
And Baby Mike (the brat)
And forget the siamese cat
And in the attic from Detroit is big, fat Uncle

Oh wishes he were rich,
and Grandma complains (the bitch)
And Uncle Fred gets while Mike just cries all night and day
The cat that he owns the place
He and scratches on the face
be so nice if they just went away, away
Ooh daddle, daddle daddle daddle daddle day

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The cat is dead, the cat is
I went to pat him on the
He purr, he didn't meow he didn't blink or snip.
He seemed to a funny smile that made me laugh
But all the while, the tail that o flip and flap
Got cold and stiff.
We chopped him into bits,
And seasoned him with bits
and with some dust, we a crust and put him in a pie.
Into the oven he did sit, until the crust was and crisp
I'll love that kitty till I die.
Dee die, dee di-de-di-de-di-de-di-de-di-de-di-de-di.

The cat is dead, the cat is dead.
And too, and Uncle Fred
Expiring oh so suddenly while sipping some tea.
The tea was hot, the tea was hot
stricknine and a little spice to
Cover up the taste of our conspiracy.
When Grandpa saw we had done,
He went straight for his gun
But we quick we sole the clip
The rest is
To make sure Grandma flea
We her a lobotomy
And now's she's just as as can be
Dee dee, dee deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle dee

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