Luyện nghe bài hát Tweedle Dee And Tweedle Dum

Tweedle-Dee Dum and Dee
They're knives 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, gonna retire
They're taking a named desire
Looking in the window at the pie
Lot of things they'd like they would buy

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

Dum said 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 beating down on my
I got for you and it's all in vain
Brains in the pot, they're beginning to
They're dripping with garlic and 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 in a happy harmony
Tweedle-Dee Dum and Dee
They're one day older and a dollar
They've got a parade permit and a escort

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

Well, a dream is a deathless need
And a noble is a sacred creed
My pretty baby, lookin' around
She's wearin' a multi-thousand dollar

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