Luyện nghe bài hát Delerium Tremens

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 Guinness and I could figure out
How your man stayed up on the surfboard after 14 of stout.

I dreamt a the other 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 in the parlour and voices on the stairs,
And I was up the walls and I was movin' round the chairs.
I out from under the blanket, and up at the fireplace,
There was the Pope and F. Kennedy and Jack Charlton and the three of them were starin' in me face.
And suddenly it at me, hey by God I think I'm getting the D.T.s,
When the Child o' Prague to dance around the mantlepiece.

I went, 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 and I could never figure out
How your man stayed up on the surfboard 14 pints of stout.

Well I swore upon the bible that I'd again touch a drop,
I tell ya my heart was palpitatin', I was sure it was 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 there was no duty-free in the airport down in Knock.
II dreamt an Paisley was sayin' the rosary and Theresa was taking the pill.
And Frank Patterson was out of his be God and he was singin' Spancil Hill.

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

I dreamt I was in in Heaven and agony in Hell, I was bored in limbo,
And I was in purgatory 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 said to me, he said,
"Any impure thoughts my child?" - the fuckin' barbed wire was me!
And then I dreamt I was in the with that auld whore in number 10,
And then I knew I'd never ever, ever drink again.

I went, 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 Guinness and I could figure out
How your man stayed up on the surfboard after 14 of stout.