Luyện nghe bài hát Tweedle Dee And Tweedle Dum

Tweedle-Dee Dum and Dee
throwing knives into the tree
Two big bags of dead bones
Got noses to the grindstones

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

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

one gonna turn and run
They're making a 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 the stately trees
They know the of the breeze

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

Well, the rain 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 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
Tweedle-Dee Dum and Dee
one day older and a dollar short
They've got a 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 dream is a need
And a noble truth is a sacred
My pretty baby, she's lookin'
She's wearin' a multi-thousand dollar

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