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 with guilt
And dutifully see that not one drop is
We're to life,
We're to death -
drinking 'til none of our livers are left!
We're our way down to the spirit store,
We'll drink 'til we just can't anymore!
Raise your high,
Drink the dry!
Well, bloody my
And my eye!
If it some young Turk in search of a fight -
And Chanticleer's chest is with pride,
For has yet to be satisfied.
Well, be thanked
We in an age
When no man bother
(Except on the stage)
With et decorum est pro patria mori' -
And not tonight!
I can still
I was just a kid -
I was free to do I wanted to,
But I never, did...
So now years of discretion reached,
May we not
Libert, Egalit,
For life in the old world yet!
always be an England (oh yes there will),
An and a France (indubitably),
A and Finland (absolutely right, completely undeniable),
And we have one chance...
Earnest man with an unhealthy tan
Puts a in my hand and says:
"I
in search of the place
To continue the
Of the heavenly
I suggest in that
You all with me
To my by the sea
Where the glasses shall be overflowing with
delights -
And free if you like -
For point has this life
If you can't you're dreams?!"
Oh, raise your high,
And drink the dry!
drink beyond the boundaries of sense!
We'll 'til we start to see lovely pink elephants
Inside our heads, our beds -
the threads of our pyjama 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 will be pink and elephantine!