Luyện nghe bài hát Tweedle Dee And Tweedle Dum

Tweedle-Dee Dum and Dee
They're knives into the tree
Two big bags of man's bones
Got their to the grindstones

Living in the of Nod
Trustin' their fate to the of God
pass by so silently
Tweedle-Dee Dum and Dee

Well, they're going to the country, gonna retire
They're taking a streetcar named
Looking in the at the pecan pie
Lot of things they'd like would never buy

Neither one turn and run
They're making a to the sun
"His Master's is calling me"
Tweedle-Dee Dum to Tweedle-Dee Dee

Tweedle-Dee Dee and Dum
All and more and then some
They walk among the stately
know the secrets of the breeze

Tweedle-Dee Dum said to Dee
"Your presence is to me"
They're like babies sittin' on a knee
Dum and Tweedle-Dee Dee

Well, the rain beating on my windowpane
I got love for you and all in vain
in the pot, they're beginning to boil
They're dripping with and olive oil

Tweedle-Dee Dee, he's on his hands and his
Saying, "Throw me somethin', Mister, please"
"What's good for you is for me"
Tweedle-Dee Dum to Tweedle-Dee Dee

Well, living in a happy harmony
Dum and Tweedle-Dee Dee
They're one day and a dollar short
got a parade permit and a police escort

They're low and they're makin' hay
They seem to go all the way
run a brick and tile company
Tweedle-Dee Dum and Dee

Well, a childish dream is a need
And a noble is a sacred creed
My pretty baby, she's around
wearin' a multi-thousand dollar gown

Tweedle-Dee Dee is a lowdown, old man
Tweedle-Dee Dum, stab you where you stand
"I've had too of your company,"
Said, Tweedle-dee dumb to Dee