Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Chancellor's Nightmare Song

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you're a treat 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 Kensington Stations

And bound on that journey you find your
Who started morning from Devon
He's a bit undersiz'd and you feel surprised
When he tells you he's eleven

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

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

And he and the are on bicycles too
Which they've somehow or invested in
And he's telling the 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
they were all vegetables

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

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

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

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

And you've in your toes and a fly on your nose
And some fluff in lung and a feverish tongue
And a thirst that's
And a general sense that you 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 they're both of them over