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 inveigled her up to his
To his collection of stamps,
And he as he hastened 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 tempt you, wouldn't be right,
You drink spirits at this time of night.
Have madeira, m'dear. It's really much nicer than beer.
I don't for sherry, one cannot drink stout,
And port is a wine I can do without...
It's simply a case of a son gout
Have madeira, m'dear.

of the wiles of the snake-in-the-grass
And the of the maiden who topes,
She lowered her by raising her glass,
Her courage, her and his hopes.
She sipped it, she it, she drained it, she did!
He promptly it again,
And he said as he secretly one more notch
On the of his gold-headed cane:

Have madeira, m'dear,
I've got a cask of it here.
And once it's been opened, you it won't keep.
Do it up. It will help you to sleep.
Have madeira, m'dear.
really an excellent year.
Now if it gin, you'd be wrong to say yes
The evil gin does be hard to assess..
Besides it's inclined to me prowess,
Have madeira, m'dear.

Then there flashed through her mind what her had said
her antepenultimate 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 shrill 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.
out down the hall loud and clear
With a tremulous cry was filled with despair,
As she paused to breath in the cool midnight air,
some madeira, m'dear.
The seemed to ring in her ear.
Until the next morning, she up in bed
With a smile on her and an ache in her head...
And a in her ear'ole that tickled and said:
some madeira, m'dear!