Luyện nghe bài hát Delerium Tremens

Goodbye to the and brandy, to the vodka and the Stag,
To the and the Harp and the bottle, draught and keg.
As I sat lookin' up at the Guinness and I could never out
How your man stayed up on the surfboard 14 pints of stout.

I dreamt a dream the other night, jaysus I couldn't a wink,
The rats were tryin' to the sheep and I was tryin' to get off the drink.
There was in the parlour and voices on the stairs,
And I was climbin' up the walls and I was movin' the chairs.
I looked out from the blanket, and up at the fireplace,
There was the Pope and John F. Kennedy and Jack Charlton and the three of them were in me face.
And suddenly it dawned at me, hey by God I think I'm the D.T.s,
When the Child o' Prague to dance around the mantlepiece.

I went, to the port and brandy, to the vodka and the Stag,
To the and the Harp and the bottle, draught and keg.
As I sat up at the Guinness and I could never figure out
How your man stayed up on the surfboard after 14 of stout.

Well I swore upon the bible that I'd never again a drop,
I ya my heart was palpitatin', I was sure it was going to stop.
And I was dyin' I gave my soul to God to keep,
And ten to St. Anthony to help me find some sleep.
I fell an awful nightmare, and got a dreadful shock.
When I dreamt there was no duty-free in the down in Knock.
II dreamt an Paisley was sayin' the rosary and Mother was taking the pill.
And Patterson was out of his head be God and he was singin' Spancil Hill.

Goodbye to the port and brandy, to the and the Stag,
To the Smithwicks and the Harp and the bottle, and keg.
As I sat lookin' up at the Guinness and I could figure out
How man stayed up on the surfboard after 14 pints of stout.

I I was in ecstacy in Heaven and agony in Hell, I was bored in limbo,
And I was in purgatory as well.
And was original sins and venial sins,
And by the score.
So I tied barbed wired around my and I flagilated myself on the floor.
I dreamt I was in the confessional box and the auld Bishop said to me, he said,
"Any thoughts my child?" - the fuckin' barbed wire was killing me!
And I dreamt I was in the jacuzzi with that auld whore in number 10,
And then I that I'd never ever, ever drink again.

I went, to the port and brandy, to the vodka and the Stag,
To the and the Harp and the bottle, draught and keg.
As I sat lookin' up at the Guinness and I never figure out
How your man stayed up on the after 14 pints of stout.