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 slyly her up to his flat
To his collection of stamps,
And he said as he to put out the cat,
The wine, his and the lamps:

some madeira, m'dear. You really have nothing to fear.
I'm not trying to you, that wouldn't be right,
You drink spirits at this time of night.
Have some madeira, m'dear. It's really much nicer beer.
I don't for sherry, one cannot drink stout,
And is a wine I can well do without...
It's a case of chacun a son gout
Have madeira, m'dear.

Unaware of the of the snake-in-the-grass
And the fate of the who topes,
She her standards by raising her glass,
Her courage, her and his hopes.
She it, she drank it, she drained it, she did!
He promptly it again,
And he said as he secretly carved one more
On the staff of his cane:

some madeira, m'dear,
I've got a small of it here.
And it's been opened, you know it won't keep.
Do finish it up. It help you to sleep.
Have madeira, m'dear.
It's really an year.
Now if it were gin, you'd be to say yes
The gin does would be hard to assess..
it's inclined to affect me prowess,
Have madeira, m'dear.

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

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