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 guilt
And see that not one drop is spilt;
drinking to life,
We're drinking to -
We're drinking none of our livers are left!
We're wending our way to the spirit store,
We'll drink 'til we can't drink anymore!
Raise your 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, heaven be
We in an age
When no man need
(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 what I to,
But I never, did...
So now years of discretion reached,
May we not
Libert, Egalit,
For there's in the old world yet!
There'll always be an (oh yes there will),
An Ireland and a (indubitably),
A and Finland (absolutely right, completely undeniable),
And we only one chance...
young man with an unhealthy tan
Puts a drink in my and says:
"I
in search of the place
To the chase
Of the heavenly
I suggest in that
You all with me
To my by the sea
Where the glasses shall be with free
Alcoholic -
And free love if you -
For point has this life
If you can't realise dreams?!"
Oh, raise your high,
And drink the dry!
We'll drink the boundaries of sense!
We'll drink 'til we 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!
the day I was born 'til the night I will die
All my will be pink and elephantine!