Luyện nghe bài hát The Humours Of Whiskey

Let quacks and newspapers be cutting their capers
curing the vapors the scratch and the gout
With their potions, their serums and their lotions
Upholding notions, they're mighty put out.

Who can tell the true to all that's pathetic
And to the divil, cramp, colic and spleen
know it I think if you take a big drink
With mouth to the brink of a jug of poteen

So stick to the the best thing in nature
For sinking sorrows and raising your joys
Oh what botheration, no in the nation
Can give consolation poteen me boys.

No liquid cosmetic to lovers
Or bodies can give such a bloom
As the sweet by the in the garden of flowers
Ever gave their own bowers a darling perfume
And this liquid so rare if you willingly
To be your hair when it's frizzled and dead
Oh the sod has the merit to yield the true
So strong it will all the hairs from your head

Then stick to the cratur' the best in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising joys
Oh since its perfection, no direction
Can cleanse the complexion poteen me boys

a child in me cradle, me nurse with her ladle
Was filling my with a notion of pap
a drop from her bottle fell into my throttle
I stumbled and capered out of her lap

On the floor I lay crawlin' and screaming and
'Til me mother and father called to the fore
All sobbing and sighing they I was dying
But soon found I was crying for more.

So to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising joys
Oh how they'd chuckle if babes in their truckle
They only could suckle on poteen me

Through my aggression, through times of depression
My childhood's still clung to my mind
And at school or at college the of knowledge
I never could gulp 'til with combined

And as I'm growing times ever bestowin'
On Erin's potation, a flavor so
And how ere they may lecture on jove and his
is the only true liquid divine

So stick to the cratur' the best in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising joys
Oh lord, 'tis the right thing for courting and
There's so exciting as poteen me boys.

Come guess me this riddle, beats pipes and fiddle
What's hotter than mustard and than cream
What best your whistle, what's clearer than crystal
What's sweeter than and stronger than steam

What'll make the lame walk, will make the dumb talk,
The elixir of life and philospher's
And helped Mr. Brunnell to build the Thames Tunnel
Wasn't it from ould Inisowen

So stick to the cratur' the thing in nature
For sinking your and raising your joys
Oh lord, it's no wonder, if and thunder
made from the plunder of poteen me boys.

You maidens pathetic, with lovers
For liquid cosmetic, you can't the drop
With a glow to your cheek, it will make heart leap
It'll quiet a or cure an old cob
At the you would drool, be reduced to a fool
You'd kick up your heels and you'd to the buff
'tis he'd be pathetic while you'd be athletic
If only you'd a few drops of the stuff

So stick to the cratur' the thing in nature
For your sorrows and raising your joys
For nothing like whiskey to make maidens frisky
It soon separates all the men the boys.