Luyện nghe bài hát A Fistful O' Roses

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

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

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

May all the leaves turn to Twenties at yer feet,
And the high & mighty come to your thunder,
We set the world ablaze, but these are early days,
And there's still a of a road for us tae wander,
And there's one here among outlive the rest,
a tipple to his foibles & his praises,
'Til they him off the roll & chuck him doon a hole,
Wi' a fistful o' dead roses.