Luyện nghe bài hát The Cat Is Dead

Deedle Dee, tots are we.
And as clever as can be.
We live with Grandma Ida and our old Grandpa Ned
And Baby Mike (the brat)
And don't the siamese cat
And in the from Detroit is big, fat Uncle Fred

Oh wishes he were rich,
and Grandma complains (the bitch)
And Fred gets drunk while Mike just cries all night and day
The cat thinks he owns the place
He bites and on the face
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 to pat him on the head
He didn't purr, he didn't meow he didn't or snip.
He seemed to a funny smile that 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 apple bits
and with some dust, we a crust and put him in a pie.
Into the he did sit, until the crust was nice and crisp
love that 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 while sipping down some tea.
The tea was hot, the tea was hot
With stricknine and a little to
Cover up the taste of our conspiracy.
When Grandpa saw we had done,
He went for his hunting gun
But we quick we sole the clip
The is history
To make Grandma wouldn't flea
We gave her a
And she's just as happy as can be
Dee dee, dee deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle dee

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