Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Chancellor's Nightmare Song

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

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

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

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

Then the bed clothes all creep to the ground in a
And you pick 'em all up in a
Next 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 head aching
But your slumbering teems with such dreams
That very much better be waking

For you you are crossing the Channel
And tossing in a steamer from Harwich
Which is something between a bathing machine
And a small second class carriage

And you're giving a treat penny ice and meat
To a party of and relations
They're a ravenous horde and all come on board
At Sloane and South Kensington Stations

And bound on that you find your attorney
Who started this 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 this lad
By the bye the now a four wheeler
And you're playing games, and he calls you bad names
you tell him that, ties pay the dealer

But this you can't so you throw up your hand
And you find you're as cold as an
In your shirt and socks the black silk with gold clocks
Crossing Plain on a bicycle

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

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

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

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

The shares are a and ever so many
Are by Rothschild and Baring
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 on the floor
And you've needles and pins from your soles to shins
And your flesh is acreep, for your left asleep

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

But the has pass'd, and it's daylight at last
And the has been long, ditto, ditto my song
And thank goodness they're both of over