Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Chancellor's Nightmare Song

Love unrequited, me of me rest
Love, love, my ardent soul encumbers
Love, like, lies heavy on me chest
And weaves itself my midnight slumbers

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

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

Then the blanketing tickles, you feel like
Pickles, so terribly is the pricking
And you're hot and you're cross and you and
'til there's nothing 'twixt you and the ticking

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

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

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

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

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 you he's only eleven

Well you're driving like mad with this lad
By the bye the ship's now a wheeler
And you're playing round games, and he you bad names
you tell him that, ties 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
Crossing Sal'sbury on a bicycle

And he and the are on bicycles too
Which somehow or other invested in
And he's telling the tars all the
Of a company he's in

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

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

From the grocer tree you get grapes
And pea, cauliflower, pine apple and cranberries
the pastry cook plant cherry brandy will grant
Apple puffs and three and banburys

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

You're a wreck, with 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 left 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 that's
And a general sense that you haven't been in clover

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