Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Chancellor's Nightmare Song

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But this you can't stand so you up your hand
And you find as cold as an icicle
In your shirt and socks the black silk with gold clocks
Sal'sbury 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 mixtures to
Which tickled the sailors, by retailers as
Though they were all

You get a good spades man to a small tradesman
First off his boots with a boot tree
And his legs will take root, and his fingers shoot
And blossom 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 brandy will grant
Apple puffs and three corners and

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

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

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

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