Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Drunken Nights

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

Ah, you're drunk, drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred or more
But a on a sow sure I never saw before

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

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you old fool, still you can not see
That's a blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or
But in a blanket 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 pipe be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her, Will you kindly to me
Who owns that pipe up on the where my old pipe should be?

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

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

Ah, drunk, you're 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 I've a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium I never saw before

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

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

And as I went on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands her breasts 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 your where my old hands should be?

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

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

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