Luyện nghe bài hát The Cat Is Dead

Deedle Dee, tots are we.
And we're as as can be.
We live with Ida and our dear old Grandpa Ned
And little Baby (the brat)
And don't forget the 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 while Mike just cries all night and day
The cat thinks that he owns the
He bites and scratches on the
It'd be so 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 didn't purr, he meow he didn't blink or snip.
He seemed to a funny smile that made me laugh
But all the while, the tail that used o and flap
Got awful and stiff.
We him into tiny bits,
And him with apple bits
and with dust, we made a crust and put him in a pie.
Into the he did sit, until 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 Mikey too, and Uncle
Expiring oh so suddenly while sipping some tea.
The tea was hot, the tea was hot
With stricknine and a spice to
Cover up the funny of our conspiracy.
Grandpa saw what we had done,
He went for his hunting gun
But we quick we sole the clip
The rest is
To make sure wouldn't flea
We gave her a
And now's she's just as as can be
Dee dee, dee deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle dee

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