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 little Mike (the brat)
And don't forget the cat
And in the attic Detroit is big, fat Uncle Fred

Oh Grandpa he were rich,
and Grandma complains (the bitch)
And Uncle Fred gets drunk while Mike just cries all and day
The cat thinks that he the place
He bites and 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 to pat him on the head
He didn't purr, he didn't meow he didn't or snip.
He seemed to have a funny smile that me laugh
But all the while, the tail used o flip and flap
Got cold and stiff.
We him into tiny bits,
And seasoned him apple bits
and with some dust, we made a and put him in a pie.
Into the oven he did sit, the crust was nice and crisp
I'll love little 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 sipping down some tea.
The tea was hot, the tea was hot
With stricknine and a little to
Cover up the funny of our conspiracy.
When saw what we had done,
He went for his hunting gun
But we were quick we the clip
The rest is
To make sure wouldn't flea
We her a lobotomy
And now's just as happy as can be
Dee dee, dee deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle dee

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