Luyện nghe bài hát Tweedle Dee And Tweedle Dum

Tweedle-Dee Dum and Dee
throwing knives into the tree
Two big bags of man's bones
Got their to the grindstones

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

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

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

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

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

Well, the rain down on my windowpane
I got love for you and all in vain
Brains in the pot, they're beginning to
dripping with garlic and olive oil

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

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

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

Well, a childish dream is a need
And a noble is a sacred creed
My baby, she's lookin' around
She's wearin' a dollar gown

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