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 to vice
He was base, he was bad, he was mean.
He had inveigled her up to his flat
To view his of stamps,
And he said as he to put out the cat,
The wine, his and the lamps:

Have some madeira, m'dear. You really nothing to fear.
I'm not trying to you, that wouldn't be right,
You shouldn't drink spirits at this 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 a case of chacun a son gout
Have madeira, m'dear.

Unaware of the wiles of the
And the of the maiden who topes,
She lowered her standards by 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 notch
On the staff of his gold-headed

Have madeira, m'dear,
I've got a small of it here.
And once it's opened, you know it won't keep.
Do it up. It will help you to sleep.
some 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 inclined to me prowess,
some madeira, m'dear.

Then flashed through her mind what her mother had said
her antepenultimate breath,
"Oh my child, you guzzle the wine that is red
Be prepared for a worse than death!"
She let go her glass with a shrill 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 the hall loud and clear
With a tremulous cry was filled with despair,
As she paused to take breath in the cool air,
Have madeira, m'dear.
The words to ring in her ear.
Until the next morning, she up in bed
a smile on her lips and an ache in her head...
And a in her ear'ole that tickled and said:
Have madeira, m'dear!