Luyện nghe bài hát Down To The Old Pub Instead

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

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

She'll retain her water, her breasts be tender
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
'Cause you'll only end up a bloody O'Toole
Get out of the house - down to the old pub

And she'll want you to sample the fruit of her
But son, it'll taste like some old coins
So turn off the light, boy, and 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 sake, go down to the old pub instead

Now the pub is the place where the lads are
When the moon's and the gals are a-bleedin'
The Catholic, the Protestant, even the
The pub is the place when your is raggin'
So drink of your pint, boys, and thank 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 and go down to the old pub instead