Luyện nghe bài hát A Drinking Song

Back at the
A bottle is
And in honour of those who have drowned,
While we who have not are stricken with
And see that not one drop is spilt;
We're to life,
We're to death -
We're drinking 'til of our livers are left!
We're wending our way to the spirit store,
We'll drink 'til we just drink anymore!
Raise glasses high,
Drink the dry!
Well, my nose
And my eye!
If it ain't some young Turk in search of a -
And Chanticleer's is sagging with pride,
For has yet to be satisfied.
Well, heaven be
We in an age
When no man bother
(Except on the stage)
'Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori' -
And not tonight!
I can remember
I was just a kid -
I was free to do I wanted to,
But I never, did...
So now with years of reached,
May we not
Libert, Egalit,
For there's life in the old yet!
There'll be an England (oh yes there will),
An Ireland and a (indubitably),
A Liechtenstein and Finland (absolutely right, undeniable),
And we have one chance...
Earnest young man an unhealthy tan
a drink in my hand and says:
"I
in search of the place
To continue the
Of the taste?
I suggest in case
You all come me
To my by the sea
Where the glasses shall be overflowing free
delights -
And love if you like -
For what has this life
If you can't realise dreams?!"
Oh, raise your high,
And the town dry!
We'll drink the boundaries of sense!
We'll drink 'til we start to see lovely elephants
our heads, inside our beds -
Inside the of our pyjama legs -
So don't shoot til you see the reds of our
And an army of marching behind!
>From the day I was born 'til the night I die
All my lovers be pink and elephantine!