Luyện nghe bài hát Down To The Old Pub Instead

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

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

retain her water, her breasts will be tender
And every third word that you say will her
Get out of the house and go down to the old pub
And she'll want to make love - if you do, 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 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 he'll give you the to get out of the bed
And for Ireland's sake, go to the old pub instead

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