Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Chancellor's Nightmare Song

Love unrequited, robs me of me
Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul
Love, nightmare like, heavy on me chest
And itself into my midnight slumbers

When you're lying with a dismal headache
And repose is taboo'd by
I conceive you may use any
You choose to in, without impropriety

For your brain is on fire, the conspire
Of usual to plunder you
First your counter goes and uncovers your toes
And your slips demurely from under you

Then the blanketing tickles, you feel like
Pickles, so terribly sharp is the
And hot and you're cross and you tumble and
Toss 'til nothing 'twixt you and the ticking

the bed clothes all creep to the ground in a heap
And you 'em all up in a tangle
Next your resigns and politely declines
To at its usual angle

Well, you get some repose in the form of a
With hot eye balls and ever aching
But your slumbering teems with such horrible
That you'd very better be waking

For you dream you are the Channel
And tossing about in a from Harwich
Which is something between a bathing machine
And a very small second class

And you're a treat penny ice and cold meat
To a of friends and relations
a ravenous horde and they all come on board
At Sloane Square and Kensington Stations

And bound on that journey you find your
Who started this morning from
He's a bit undersiz'd and you feel surprised
When he you he's only eleven

Well you're driving like mad with this lad
By the bye the ship's now a wheeler
And you're playing round games, and he calls you bad
When you tell him that, pay the dealer

But you can't stand so you throw up your hand
And you find you're as as an icicle
In your shirt and your the black silk with gold clocks
Crossing Sal'sbury on a bicycle

And he and the crew are on too
Which they've somehow or invested in
And telling the tars all the particulars
Of a company he's in

It's a of devices, to get at low prices
All good from cough mixtures to
Which tickled the sailors, by retailers as
Though were all vegetables

You get a good spades man to plant a tradesman
First take off his with a boot tree
And his legs will take root, and his will shoot
And blossom and bud like a fruit tree

From the green grocer tree you get
And green pea, cauliflower, pine apple and
While the pastry cook cherry brandy will grant
Apple puffs and three corners and

The shares are a and ever so many
Are taken by Rothschild and
And just as a few are to you
You and with a shudder despairing

You're a regular wreck, with a crick in your
And no wonder you snore, for your on the floor
And you've needles and pins from soles to your shins
And flesh is acreep, for your left leg's asleep

And you've in your toes and a fly on your nose
And some fluff in your lung and a tongue
And a thirst intense
And a general sense that you haven't sleeping in clover

But the darkness has pass'd, and it's at last
And the night has been long, ditto, ditto my
And thank goodness both of them over