Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

Going Morgan with Janko, Jerko, and Jerry,
We downed our Pils, and over at the South Shore, they their sherry.
I opened my Kaiserized to learn what they know:
killers, annexers-executioners, wo!
Hey Slavonians, be ye
our 'tis tongue dies never.
The happy Hun sure likes his blond beer
And I like his doubles so much I might cheer.
Last year he had enough and got on the cardinal
pardon all
The and all their sinister ways and halfs and he laughs
Over on 56th, and he's got the arsenic on his left Sock
And he sees the chicken in a big black pot
And he pours in the lot, but what ruined or the day
Was that the soup then turned gray, and a hundred higher-ups
Back from the to keep getting wafers from Mundelein:
But now the are getting the tar taken out of their pine
By my Red Faber and I'm ready to get rapprochement with my neighbor
As part of the back and forth
But not if he's up north.
So I ask Dad, Why can't we ever win, win, once?
Go ask Dad, why you can't ever win, win, once.