Luyện nghe bài hát Down To The Old Pub Instead

Lad, it's your to find ye a lass
With hips and a pink, supple ass
And make her your wife and love her with so true
Now some rivers run high, rivers run low
When her river runs red, then starting her flow
And called 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, a natural t'ing
Just wad up some and hand 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 will be tender
And third word that you say will offend her
Get out of the and go down to the old pub instead
And she'll want to make love - if you do, you're a
'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 of her loins
But son, it'll taste like some old rusty
So off the light, boy, and take 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 Ireland's sake, go to the old pub instead

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