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 and I could never 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 footsteps in the parlour and on the stairs,
And I was climbin' up the walls and I was round the chairs.
I out from under 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 suddenly it dawned at me, hey by God I think I'm the D.T.s,
When the Child o' began to dance around the mantlepiece.

I went, to the port and brandy, to the vodka 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 up on the surfboard after 14 pints of stout.

Well I swore upon the bible that I'd again touch 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 pounds to St. Anthony to help me find sleep.
I into an awful nightmare, and got a dreadful shock.
I dreamt there was no duty-free in the airport down in Knock.
II dreamt an Paisley was sayin' the and Mother Theresa was taking the pill.
And Patterson was out of his head be God and he was singin' Spancil Hill.

Goodbye to the and brandy, to the vodka 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 up on the surfboard after 14 pints 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 wired around my underpants and I 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 then I dreamt I was in the jacuzzi with that auld in number 10,
And then I knew that I'd never ever, ever again.

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