Luyện nghe bài hát Down To The Old Pub Instead

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

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

She'll her water, her breasts will be tender
And every third that you say will offend her
Get out of the house and go to the old pub instead
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 - down to the old pub instead

And she'll you to sample the fruit of her loins
But son, taste like some old rusty coins
So turn off the light, boy, and off your hat
And drop to your knees, say a to Saint Pat
he'll give you the strength 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 full and the gals are a-bleedin'
The Catholic, the Protestant, the pagan
The pub is the place when lady is raggin'
So of your pint, boys, and thank your shamrocks
That as menfolk we don't have to from our cocks
And that we can escape from the in red
And get out of the house and go down to the old pub