Luyện nghe bài hát Tweedle Dee And Tweedle Dum

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

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

Well, they're going to the country, they're retire
They're taking a named desire
Looking in the at the pecan pie
Lot of things they'd like they would buy

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

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

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

Well, the rain beating down on my
I got for you and it's all in vain
Brains in the pot, beginning to boil
dripping with garlic 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, they're living in a harmony
Dum and Tweedle-Dee Dee
They're one day and a dollar short
They've got a parade permit and a police

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

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

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