Luyện nghe bài hát Lord o Whisky

The Lady provided four
The Sheep's Heid Inn more
The kirk saw me at a score
As drunk as could be!
The company then to me
A' wit and merrily
And a' their being bold and free
called me Lord o Whiskey

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

Here the son o' John Barley corn
The harvest moon was riding
I climbed the to the sky
And from the Seat I the view
And asleep as tipplers do
And then when I was in my
Screams awoke me from the
lights surrounded me
Cackling screams and of glee
A threw up sweet perfume
Smoked curled up unto the
Forms arose from the
Witches to be kissed
A clamjafrae o' sarks

Were into the fiery sparks
And saw the loons advance
And and dance and dance
'On Lammas we cut the corn
And wish for yellow dawn
The land o cakes where we are
the son, John Barley corn
As Ceres in the night
We hold our scythes up to the
To bring them upon the head
And in a blow we the dead'
I saw that had cornered me
A to barbarity