Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Chancellor's Nightmare Song

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

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

For your is on fire, the bed-clothes conspire
Of slumber to plunder you
First counter pane goes and uncovers your toes
And your sheet slips demurely under you

Then the blanketing tickles, you feel like
Pickles, so sharp is the pricking
And you're hot and you're cross and you and
Toss 'til there's 'twixt you and the ticking

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

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

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

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

And bound on that journey you find attorney
Who started this morning Devon
He's a bit undersiz'd and you don't feel
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 playing round games, and he calls you bad names
When you 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 and your socks the black silk with gold clocks
Sal'sbury Plain on a bicycle

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

a scheme of devices, to get at low prices
All good cough mixtures to cables
tickled the sailors, by treating retailers as
Though they all vegetables

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

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

The shares are a penny and so many
Are by Rothschild and Baring
And as a few are allotted to you
You awake and with a despairing

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

And you've cramp in your and a fly on your nose
And some fluff in your lung and a tongue
And a that's intense
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 been long, ditto, ditto my
And thank goodness they're both of them