Luyện nghe bài hát The Cat Is Dead

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

Oh wishes he were rich,
and Grandma complains (the bitch)
And Uncle Fred gets drunk while Mike just cries all and day
The cat thinks he owns the place
He bites and on the face
It'd be so nice if 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 have a funny smile made me laugh
But all the while, the tail that used o and flap
Got cold and stiff.
We chopped him into bits,
And seasoned him with apple
and with dust, we made a crust and put him in a pie.
Into the oven he did sit, the crust was nice and crisp
I'll love that little 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 Mikey too, and Uncle
Expiring oh so suddenly while sipping down tea.
The tea was hot, the tea was hot
With stricknine and a spice to
up the funny taste of our conspiracy.
When Grandpa saw we had done,
He went for his hunting gun
But we were we sole the clip
The rest is
To sure Grandma wouldn't flea
We her a lobotomy
And now's she's as happy as can be
Dee dee, dee deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle dee

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