Luyện nghe bài hát A Fistful O' Roses

Oh I've you from afar, I've borne you like a scar,
your name across the bloody Colfiorito,
But a poison took your heart, you charmless tart,
Now nary a jot o' bother at all for me-o,
This old town has to bits, all the folk are off their tits,
Screamin', "Hoo-rah! Hurry the t'blazes!"
A right parade o' fools come to stomp all yer jewels,
Like a fistful o' half roses.

And we're here again, ho again, let the whisky again,
Let the blow again, sound away the knell,
Like a fistful o' roses, take 'em to the grave,
Every tale there is to tell.

Oh, this boozer is a wreck, all up & the deck,
Like a tired old off her game,
Wi' her blood red lips, and her youth her hips,
Still the regulars all her just the same,
Where the mud-spat boots cut their way the suits,
And the Sally's come to the can for Jesus,
'Til they chain up all the doors & out all the whores,
Wi' a fistful o' dead roses.

May all the Autumn turn to Twenties at yer feet,
And the & mighty come to know your thunder,
We could set the world ablaze, but are early days,
And still a hell of a road for us tae wander,
And there's one here us'll outlive the rest,
Take a to his foibles & his praises,
they strike him off the roll & chuck him doon a hole,
Wi' a o' half dead roses.