Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

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