Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Chancellor's Nightmare Song

Love unrequited, robs me of me
Love, hopeless love, my ardent encumbers
Love, like, lies heavy on me chest
And weaves itself into my midnight

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

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

Then the blanketing tickles, you feel mixed
Pickles, so terribly is the pricking
And hot and you're cross and you tumble and
Toss 'til there's nothing you and the ticking

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

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

For you dream you are the Channel
And tossing about in a steamer from
Which is between a large bathing machine
And a very small second carriage

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

And bound on journey you find your attorney
Who started this from Devon
He's a bit undersiz'd and you don't surprised
When he you he's only eleven

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

But this you stand so you throw up your hand
And you you're as cold as an icicle
In your shirt and your socks the black silk with gold
Crossing Plain on a bicycle

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

a scheme of devices, to get at low prices
All good from cough to cables
Which the sailors, by treating retailers as
Though they were all

You get a good spades man to a small tradesman
First take off his boots with a tree
And his legs will root, and his fingers will shoot
And they'll blossom and bud like a fruit

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

The shares are a penny and ever so
Are taken by and Baring
And just as a few are to you
You awake and a shudder despairing

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

And you've cramp in 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 long, ditto, ditto my song
And thank goodness they're of them over