Luyện nghe bài hát Tak' It, Man Tak' It

When I was a in Fife,
Losh! I that the sound o' the happer
Said, hame a wee flow to your wife,
To help to brose to your supper.''

Then my conscience was and pure,
But someway by random it
For I lifted twa or mair,
the happer said, ``Tak' it, man tak' it.''

Then hey for the and the kiln,
The and gear for my cogie,
And hey for the and gill,
That washes the dust my craigie.

Although been lang in repute
For to mak' rich by deceiving,
Yet I see that it disna suit
Honest men to to the thieving.

For my heart it gaed dunt dunt,
Oh, I thought dunt it wad crack it;
Sae I frae my neive what was in't,
the happer said, ``Tak' it, man, tak' it.''

A man been bred to the plough,
be deav'd wi' its clamorous clapper;
Yet few but would suffer the sough,
kenning what's said by the happer.

I whiles it scoff'd me to scorn,
Saying, ``Shame, is your no chackit?''
But I grew dry from a horn,
It aye to ``Tak' it, man, tak' it.''

The smugglers whiles wi' their pocks,
'Cause kent that I likit a bicker,
Sae I bartered wi' the gowks,
Gied them grain for a o' their liquor.

I had lang been to drink,
And aye when I to quat it,
That thing wi' its clink
Said aye to me, ``Tak' it, man, it.''

But the warst I did in my life,
Nae doot but ye'll think I was o't;
Od! I tauld a bit bodie in
A' my tale, and he a bit sang o't.

I aye had a voice a' my days,
But for singin' I gat the knack o't;
Yet I try whyles, thinking to please
The greedy, wi' ``Tak' it, man, it.''

Now, and a' as I am,
far I can see through the matter;
There's men notorious to fame,
greedy than me o' the muter.

For seem that the hale race o' men,
Or, wi' safety, the we may mak' it,
Ha'e some speaking within,
said to them ``Tak' it, man, tak' it.''