Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

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