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 her with love so true
Now some rivers run high, rivers run low
When her river red, then she's starting her flow
And called menstr'ation, and here's what it means to you

You will her bloomers are spotty at first
Stand - her ovarian dam's gonna burst
Son, don't be afraid, it's a 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 to the old pub instead

She'll retain her water, her breasts will be
And every third word that you say offend her
Get out of the and go down to the old pub instead
And she'll want to love - if you do, you're a fool
'Cause you'll only end up with a O'Toole
Get out of the - down to the old pub instead

And she'll want you to sample the fruit of her
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
Then he'll 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 when your lady is raggin'
So drink of your pint, boys, and thank your
That as menfolk we don't have to bleed our cocks
And that we can from the lady in red
And get out of the house and go down to the old pub