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 heavy on me
And weaves itself into my midnight

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

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

the blanketing tickles, you feel like mixed
Pickles, so terribly sharp is the
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
Next your pillow and politely declines
To remain at its usual

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

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

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

And bound on that journey you find your
Who started morning from Devon
He's a bit and you don't feel surprised
When he tells you only eleven

you're 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 tell him that, 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 your socks the black silk gold clocks
Sal'sbury Plain on a bicycle

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

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

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

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

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

You're a regular wreck, with a crick in neck
And no wonder you snore, for your head's on the
And you've needles and pins your soles to your shins
And flesh 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 feverish
And a thirst that's
And a general sense that you been sleeping in clover

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