Luyện nghe bài hát The Humours Of Whiskey

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

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

So stick to the cratur' the best in nature
For sinking sorrows and raising your joys
Oh what botheration, no dose in the
Can give like poteen me boys.

No liquid cosmetic to athletic
Or pathetic can give such a bloom
As the sweet by the powers in the garden of
Ever gave own bowers such a darling perfume
And this liquid so rare if you share
To be taking your hair when it's and dead
Oh the sod has the merit to yield the true
So strong it will shake all the hairs your head

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

While a in me cradle, me nurse with her ladle
Was my mouth with a notion of pap
When a drop from her bottle fell my throttle
I stumbled and clean out of her lap

On the I lay crawlin' and screaming and bawling
'Til me mother and father were to the fore
All sobbing and they feared I was dying
But soon I only was crying for more.

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

my youthful aggression, through times of depression
My childhood's impression still to my mind
And at school or at college the of knowledge
I could gulp 'til with whiskey combined

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

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

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

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

So stick to the the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and your joys
Oh lord, no wonder, if lightning and thunder
Weren't made from the of poteen me boys.

You maidens pathetic, lovers athletic
For liquid cosmetic, you can't beat the
With a glow to your cheek, it will make your leap
It'll a stallion or cure an old cob
At the mouth you would drool, be to a fool
You'd up your heels and you'd peel to the buff
Then 'tis be pathetic while you'd be athletic
If only you'd take a few of the stuff

So to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and your joys
For there's nothing like to make maidens frisky
It soon separates all the men the boys.