Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Drunken Nights

As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk be
I saw a horse outside the where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her, Will you kindly to me
Who owns that horse the door where my old horse should be?

Ah, you're drunk, you're you silly old fool, still you can not see
That's a lovely sow me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I saw before

And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as could be
I saw a coat behind the door my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her, Will you kindly to me
Who owns that coat the door where my old coat should be?

Ah, you're drunk, drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see
That's a blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Wednesday as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old should be
Well, I me wife and I said to her, Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old should be?

Ah, you're drunk, drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle me mother sent to me
Well, it's a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle I never saw before

And as I went on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her, Will you tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old should be?

Ah, you're drunk, drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see
two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day traveled a hundred miles or more
But laces in pots I never saw before

And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk be
I saw a head the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I to her, Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old should be?

Ah, you're drunk, you're you silly old fool, still you can not see
a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or
But a baby boy his whiskers on sure I never saw before

And as I went on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I to her, Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon breasts where my old hands should be?

Ah, you're drunk, drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother to me
Well, it's a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw

As I went home on Sunday night as as drunk could be
I saw a inside her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her, you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing inside your thing where my old thing be?

Ah, you're drunk, you're you silly old fool, still you can not see
That's nothing but a hammer that me sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or
But a hammer with a head that I never saw before