Luyện nghe bài hát A Fistful O' Roses

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

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

Oh, this is a wreck, all up & down the deck,
Like a tired old off her game,
Wi' her red lips, and her youth about her hips,
the regulars all love her just the same,
Where the boots cut their way among the suits,
And the Sally's come to the can for Jesus,
'Til they chain up all the & toss out all the whores,
Wi' a fistful o' half roses.

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