Luyện nghe bài hát Down To The Old Pub Instead

Lad, it's your to find ye a lass
With child-bearing and a pink, supple ass
And her your wife and love her with love so true
Now some rivers run high, some run low
When her river red, then she's starting her flow
And it's called menstr'ation, and what it means to you

You notice her bloomers are spotty at first
back - her ovarian dam's gonna burst
Son, be afraid, it's a natural t'ing
Just wad up some cotton and hand her some
Put the old on top of the bed
Get out of the and go down to the old pub instead

She'll retain her water, her breasts will be
And every third word you say will offend her
Get out of the house and go to the old pub instead
And she'll want to love - if you do, you're a fool
you'll only end up with a bloody O'Toole
Get out of the - down to the old pub instead

And she'll want you to sample the fruit of her
But son, it'll taste some old rusty coins
So off the light, boy, and take off your hat
And drop to knees, say a prayer to Saint Pat
Then give you the strength to get out of the bed
And for Ireland's sake, go down to the old pub

Now the pub is the place the lads are a-meetin'
When the moon's full and the gals are
The Catholic, the Protestant, the pagan
The pub is the place your lady is raggin'
So drink of your pint, boys, and thank shamrocks
That as menfolk we don't to bleed from our cocks
And that we can escape the lady in red
And get out of the and go down to the old pub instead