Luyện nghe bài hát Tweedle Dee And Tweedle Dum

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

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

Well, they're going to the country, they're retire
They're taking a named desire
in the window at the pecan pie
Lot of things they'd like they would buy

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

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

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

Well, the rain beating down on my
I got love for you and it's all in
Brains in the pot, beginning to boil
They're dripping with and olive oil

Tweedle-Dee Dee, on his hands and his knees
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
Dum and Tweedle-Dee 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
seem determined to go all the way
They run a brick and company
Dum and Tweedle-Dee Dee

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

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