Luyện nghe bài hát Down To The Old Pub Instead

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

You will notice her bloomers are at first
Stand back - her ovarian dam's gonna
Son, be afraid, it's a natural 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

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 down to the old pub
And want to make love - if you do, you're a fool
'Cause only end up with a bloody O'Toole
Get out of the house - to the old pub instead

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 he'll give you the to get out of the bed
And for sake, go down to the old pub instead

Now the pub is the where the lads are a-meetin'
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 our cocks
And that we can escape the lady in red
And get out of the house and go to the old pub instead