Luyện nghe bài hát The Cat Is Dead

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

Oh Grandpa he were rich,
and Grandma just (the bitch)
And Uncle Fred gets drunk Mike just cries all night and day
The cat that he owns the place
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 didn't meow he blink or snip.
He seemed to have a smile that made me laugh
But all the while, the that used o flip and flap
Got awful and stiff.
We chopped him into bits,
And seasoned him with bits
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 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 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 funny of our conspiracy.
When Grandpa saw we had done,
He straight for his hunting gun
But we quick we sole the clip
The rest is
To make Grandma wouldn't 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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