Luyện nghe bài hát Tweedle Dee And Tweedle Dum

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

in the Land of Nod
Trustin' fate to the hands of God
They pass by so
Tweedle-Dee Dum and Dee

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

one gonna turn and run
They're a voyage to the sun
"His Master's is calling me"
Says Tweedle-Dee Dum to Dee

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

Tweedle-Dee Dum to Tweedle-Dee Dee
"Your is obnoxious to me"
They're babies sittin' on a woman's knee
Tweedle-Dee Dum and Dee

Well, the rain beating on my windowpane
I got love for you and it's all in
Brains in the pot, beginning to boil
dripping with garlic and olive oil

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

Well, they're in a happy harmony
Tweedle-Dee Dum and Dee
They're one day older and a dollar
They've got a parade permit and a escort

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

Well, a childish dream is a deathless
And a noble truth is a creed
My pretty baby, she's lookin'
She's wearin' a multi-thousand dollar

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