Luyện nghe bài hát Have Some Madeira, M'Dear

She was young, she was pure, she was new, she was
She was fair, she was seventeen.
He was old, he was vile, and no stranger to
He was base, he was bad, he was mean.
He had inveigled her up to his flat
To view his of stamps,
And he as he hastened to put out the cat,
The wine, his and the lamps:

Have some madeira, m'dear. You really have to fear.
I'm not trying to tempt you, that be right,
You drink spirits at this time of night.
Have some madeira, m'dear. really much nicer than beer.
I don't care for sherry, one drink stout,
And port is a wine I can do without...
It's simply a case of a son gout
some madeira, m'dear.

Unaware of the wiles of the
And the fate of the who topes,
She lowered her by raising her glass,
Her courage, her and his hopes.
She sipped it, she drank it, she it, she did!
He refilled it again,
And he said as he secretly carved one more
On the staff of his cane:

Have madeira, m'dear,
I've got a small of it here.
And once it's been opened, you know it keep.
Do finish it up. It help you to sleep.
Have madeira, m'dear.
It's really an year.
Now if it were gin, be wrong to say yes
The gin does would be hard to assess..
Besides it's to affect me prowess,
Have madeira, m'dear.

Then there flashed through her what her mother had said
With her breath,
"Oh my child, should you guzzle the wine is red
Be prepared for a fate worse death!"
She let go her glass with a little cry,
Crash! Tinkle! it to the floor;
he anguished, "Please do stay" She made no reply,
Made up her mind, and for the door.

Have madeira, m'dear.
Rang out down the loud and clear
With a cry that was filled with despair,
As she paused to take breath in the cool air,
Have madeira, m'dear.
The words seemed to in her ear.
Until the morning, she woke up in bed
a smile on her lips and an ache in her head...
And a beard in her that tickled and said:
Have madeira, m'dear!