Luyện nghe bài hát Tweedle Dee And Tweedle Dum

Tweedle-Dee Dum and Dee
They're throwing knives into the
Two big of dead man's bones
Got noses to the grindstones

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

Well, they're to the country, they're gonna retire
They're taking a named desire
in the window at the pecan pie
Lot of things they'd like they 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 that and and then some
They walk the stately trees
They know the secrets of the

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

Well, the rain beating on my windowpane
I got for you and it's all in vain
Brains in the pot, they're 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 for you is good for me"
Says Tweedle-Dee Dum to Dee

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

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

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

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