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 to the grindstones

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

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

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

Dee and Tweedle-Dee Dum
All and more and then some
They walk the stately trees
They the secrets of the breeze

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

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

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

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

Well, a childish is a deathless need
And a truth is a sacred creed
My pretty baby, she's around
She's wearin' a multi-thousand gown

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