Luyện nghe bài hát Down To The Old Pub Instead

Lad, your duty to find ye a lass
With hips and a pink, supple ass
And make her your 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 notice her bloomers are spotty at first
Stand back - her ovarian dam's burst
Son, don't be afraid, it's a t'ing
wad up some 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

She'll retain her water, her breasts be tender
And every third that you say will offend 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 - to the old pub instead

And she'll you to sample the fruit of her loins
But son, it'll taste like some old rusty
So turn off the light, boy, and take off 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 Ireland's sake, go to the old pub instead

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