Luyện nghe bài hát Tweedle Dee And Tweedle Dum

Tweedle-Dee Dum and Dee
They're throwing knives into the
Two big bags of dead 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, they're gonna
taking a streetcar named desire
Looking in the window at the pie
Lot of they'd like they would never buy

Neither one gonna and run
making a voyage to the sun
"His Master's voice is me"
Says Dum to Tweedle-Dee Dee

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

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

Well, the rain beating down on my
I got love for you and it's all in
Brains in the pot, they're to boil
They're dripping with garlic and oil

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

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

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

Well, a childish is a deathless need
And a truth is a sacred creed
My baby, she's lookin' around
She's wearin' a multi-thousand 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 to Tweedle-dee Dee