Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Chancellor's Nightmare Song

Love unrequited, me of me rest
Love, hopeless love, my soul encumbers
Love, nightmare like, lies on me chest
And weaves itself into my slumbers

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

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

Then the blanketing tickles, you feel mixed
Pickles, so terribly is the pricking
And you're hot and 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
your pillow resigns and politely declines
To remain at its usual

Well, you get some in the form of a dose
With hot eye and head ever aching
But your slumbering teems with horrible dreams
That very much better be waking

For you dream you are crossing the
And tossing about in a steamer from
Which is something between a bathing machine
And a very small class carriage

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

And bound on that journey you your attorney
Who this morning from Devon
He's a bit undersiz'd and you don't feel
When he tells you he's only

Well you're driving like mad with singular lad
By the bye the now a four wheeler
And playing round games, and he calls you bad names
When you him that, ties pay the dealer

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

And he and the are on bicycles too
Which they've or other invested in
And telling the tars all the particulars
Of a company interested in

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

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

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

The shares are a penny and ever so
Are taken by Rothschild and
And as a few are allotted to you
You awake and with a shudder

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

And you've in your toes and a fly on your nose
And some in your lung and a feverish tongue
And a thirst that's
And a general sense that you haven't been in clover

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