Luyện nghe bài hát Delerium Tremens

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

I dreamt a dream the night, jaysus I couldn't sleep a wink,
The rats were tryin' to the sheep and I was tryin' to get off the drink.
There was footsteps in the and voices on the stairs,
And I was climbin' up the and I was movin' round 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 of them were starin' in me face.
And it dawned at me, hey by God I think I'm getting the D.T.s,
When the Child o' Prague began to 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 lookin' up at the Guinness and I could figure out
How your man stayed up on the surfboard after 14 of stout.

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

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 could never out
How your man stayed up on the surfboard after 14 of stout.

I dreamt I was in ecstacy in Heaven and agony in Hell, I was in limbo,
And then I was in as well.
And there was original and venial sins,
And by the score.
So I tied barbed around my underpants and I flagilated myself on the floor.
Then I dreamt I was in the confessional box and the auld Bishop to me, he said,
"Any impure thoughts my child?" - the fuckin' barbed was killing me!
And then I dreamt I was in the jacuzzi that auld whore in number 10,
And then I knew that I'd ever, ever drink again.

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