Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Bed of Cuchulainn

Mccormack and richard tauber are by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at head
There's devils on side of you with bottles in their hands
Gimme one more drop of and you'll dream of foreign lands

When you pissed yourself in frankfurt and got down in cologne
And you heard the death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank brought you whiskey in a brothel in madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was at all the yids
At the sick bed of cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in his

And in the euston you said it was your show
But wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the
So you walked back in through the door and did it all again
At the sick bed of cuchulainn we'll and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in his

Do you remember that foul when you heard the banshees howl?
were lazy drunken bastards singing billy and the bowl
They took you up to midnight and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the pledge and up in the church

Now sing a song of liberty with blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and you in a box
Then they'll take you to cloughprior and shove you in the
But you'll stick your head back out and shout "we'll have round"
At the sick bed of cuchulainn kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are at the door and the devil's in his chair