Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Chancellor's Nightmare Song

Love unrequited, me of me rest
Love, hopeless love, my ardent encumbers
Love, nightmare like, heavy on me chest
And itself into my midnight slumbers

When you're lying with a dismal headache
And repose is by anxiety
I conceive you may use any
You choose to indulge in, without

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

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

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

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

For you you are crossing the Channel
And tossing about in a steamer from
Which is between a large bathing machine
And a very small class carriage

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

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

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

But you can't stand so you throw up your hand
And you find as cold as an icicle
In your shirt and your socks the black with gold clocks
Crossing 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 company interested 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 man to plant a small tradesman
First take off his boots with a tree
And his legs will take root, and his fingers will
And they'll blossom and bud like a fruit

From the green grocer tree you get
And green pea, cauliflower, pine apple and
While the pastry cook plant cherry will grant
puffs and three 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 a shudder despairing

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

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

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