Luyện nghe bài hát Tweedle Dee And Tweedle Dum

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

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

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

Neither one gonna and run
They're making a to the sun
"His voice is calling me"
Says Tweedle-Dee Dum to Dee

Tweedle-Dee Dee and Dum
All that and and then some
They walk the stately trees
They know the of the breeze

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

Well, the beating down on my windowpane
I got for you and it's all in vain
Brains in the pot, they're to boil
They're dripping with 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"
Says Dum to Tweedle-Dee Dee

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

They're low and they're makin' hay
seem determined 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 truth is a creed
My pretty baby, lookin' around
She's wearin' a multi-thousand gown

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