Luyện nghe bài hát Down To The Old Pub Instead

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

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

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

And she'll want you to sample the of her loins
But son, it'll taste some old rusty coins
So turn off the light, boy, and off your hat
And drop to knees, say a prayer to Saint Pat
he'll 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 when your lady is raggin'
So of your pint, boys, and thank your shamrocks
That as menfolk we don't have to bleed our cocks
And that we can escape the lady in red
And get out of the house and go down to the old pub