Luyện nghe bài hát A Drinking Song

Back at the
A bottle is
And opened in honour of those who drowned,
While we who have not are stricken guilt
And dutifully see that not one is spilt;
We're to life,
We're drinking to -
We're 'til none of our livers are left!
We're wending our way to the spirit store,
We'll drink 'til we just drink anymore!
your glasses high,
Drink the dry!
Well, bloody my
And my eye!
If it ain't young Turk in search of a fight -
And Chanticleer's chest is sagging pride,
For has yet to be satisfied.
Well, be thanked
We in an age
no man need bother
(Except on the stage)
With 'Dulce et decorum est pro patria -
And not tonight!
I can remember
When I was a kid -
I was free to do I wanted to,
But I never, did...
So now with of discretion reached,
May we not
Libert, Egalit,
For life in the old world yet!
There'll be an England (oh yes there will),
An Ireland and a (indubitably),
A Liechtenstein and (absolutely right, completely undeniable),
And we have one chance...
Earnest young man an unhealthy tan
Puts a in my hand and says:
"I
in search of the place
To the chase
Of the heavenly
I suggest in case
You all with me
To my by the sea
Where the glasses shall be overflowing with
delights -
And love if you like -
For what has this life
If you can't realise dreams?!"
Oh, your glasses high,
And the town dry!
We'll beyond the boundaries of sense!
We'll drink we start to see lovely pink elephants
Inside our heads, inside our -
Inside the threads of our legs -
So shoot til you see the reds of our eyes
And an army of marching behind!
>From the day I was 'til the night I will die
All my lovers be pink and elephantine!