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 their to the grindstones

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

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

Neither one gonna and run
They're a voyage to the sun
"His Master's is calling me"
Tweedle-Dee Dum to Tweedle-Dee Dee

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

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

Well, the beating down on my windowpane
I got for you and it's all in vain
in the pot, they're beginning to boil
They're dripping garlic and olive oil

Tweedle-Dee Dee, he's on his and his knees
Saying, "Throw me somethin', Mister, please"
"What's for you is good 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
They've got a parade permit and a police

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

Well, a dream is a deathless need
And a noble truth is a sacred
My baby, she's lookin' around
wearin' a multi-thousand dollar gown

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