Luyện nghe bài hát A Fistful O' Roses

Oh I've you from afar, I've borne you like a scar,
Sung your across the bloody Colfiorito,
But a took your heart, you charmless little 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' come to stomp all o'er yer jewels,
Like a o' half dead roses.

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

Oh, this is a wreck, all up & down the deck,
Like a old sinner off her game,
Wi' her blood red lips, and her youth her hips,
Still the 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 chain up all the doors & toss 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 set the world ablaze, but these are early days,
And there's still a hell of a for us tae wander,
And one here among us'll outlive the rest,
Take a to his foibles & his praises,
'Til they strike him off the roll & chuck him a hole,
Wi' a o' half dead roses.