Luyện nghe bài hát Lord o Whisky

The Lady Nairn provided
The Heid Inn provided more
The saw me at half a score
As as drunk could be!
The company then to me
A' happy wit and
And a' their being bold and free
They called me Lord o

Please tae call me lord o
tae call me lord o whiskey-o
Hud yer weesht beyond

Here comes the son o' John Barley
The harvest moon was riding
I climbed the to the sky
And from the I took the view
And fell asleep as do
And when I was in my dreams
Screams me from the deep
Burning lights me
Cackling screams and shouts of
A threw up sweet perfume
curled up unto the moon
Forms from the mist
crying to be kissed
A clamjafrae o' cutty

Were thrown into the sparks
And naked saw the advance
And dance and and dance
'On nicht we cut the corn
And wish for golden yellow
The land o where we are born
Reveres the son, Barley corn
As Ceres in the night
We our scythes up to the light
To bring them down the head
And in a blow we wake the
I saw that they had me
A sacrifice to