Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Chancellor's Nightmare Song

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

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

For your brain is on fire, the bed-clothes
Of usual to plunder you
First your counter pane goes and uncovers your
And your sheet demurely from under you

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

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

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

For you dream you are the Channel
And tossing about in a steamer Harwich
Which is something between a large machine
And a small second class carriage

And you're giving a 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 Stations

And bound on that you find your attorney
Who started this morning Devon
He's a bit undersiz'd and you don't feel
When he tells you only eleven

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

But this you can't stand so you throw up your
And you find as cold as an icicle
In your and your socks the black silk with gold clocks
Sal'sbury Plain on a bicycle

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

It's a of devices, to get at low prices
All good from cough to cables
Which tickled the sailors, by retailers as
Though they all vegetables

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

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

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

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

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

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