Luyện nghe bài hát Down To The Old Pub Instead

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

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

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

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

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