Luyện nghe bài hát Tweedle Dee And Tweedle Dum

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

in the Land of Nod
Trustin' fate to the hands 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 named desire
Looking in the window at the pie
Lot of they'd like they would never buy

Neither one gonna and run
They're 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 then
They walk among the stately
They the secrets of the breeze

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

Well, the rain down on my windowpane
I got love for you and it's all in
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"
Says Tweedle-Dee Dum to Dee

Well, they're living in a harmony
Tweedle-Dee Dum and Dee
They're one day older and a short
got a parade permit 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 deathless
And a noble truth is a sacred
My pretty baby, she's around
wearin' a multi-thousand dollar gown

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