Luyện nghe bài hát St. Patrick's Army

Johnny drinks 'em harder than half the lads I know
And he's cop-sluggin' drunk well it's best to let him go
And takes 'em bigger when he's got no place to go
But she's half of Mother Ireland and all of twenty

Our good friends Pat and Capp bring whiskey for what ails ya
And Mr. Simo, Mr. Fish are drinkin' in
You played it well but what the hell, she's shotgun shy she don't wanna
So tip your hat and slap her ass and her on her way

We'll our glasses, drink till dawn
No one a frown
Line 'em up shout up
And fall around the

I drank to your on round-up
I drank to your at home
I drank to your health so damn times
I almost my own

We'll pass the 'till the bottle's at an end
Then well turn the table over and we'll do it all
A jig and a a new romance, a drink to the the living we toast the dead t'day
So one more round and tip 'em well and the night away
Yeah, one more and tip 'em well and drink the night away

raise our glasses, drink till dawn
No one a frown
'em up shout bottoms up
And fall the town

Line 'em up bottoms up
And fall around the

'em up shout bottoms up
And fall the town