Luyện nghe bài hát Tweedle Dee And Tweedle Dum

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

Living in the of Nod
their fate to the hands of God
They pass by so
Dum and Tweedle-Dee Dee

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

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

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

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

Well, the beating down on my windowpane
I got for you and it's all in vain
Brains in the pot, they're beginning to
They're dripping with and olive oil

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

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

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

Well, a dream is a deathless need
And a truth is a sacred creed
My pretty baby, she's lookin'
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 much of company,"
Said, dumb to Tweedle-dee Dee