Luyện nghe bài hát Tweedle Dee And Tweedle Dum

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, the beating down on my windowpane
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

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

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

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

Well, a childish dream is a deathless
And a noble truth is a creed
My pretty baby, she's around
She's wearin' a dollar gown

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