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, serums and their lotions
Upholding notions, they're mighty put out.

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

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

No liquid cosmetic to lovers
Or bodies pathetic can give a bloom
As the by the powers in the garden of flowers
gave their own bowers such a darling perfume
And this liquid so rare if you willingly
To be taking your hair 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 thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and your joys
Oh its perfection, no doctor's direction
Can cleanse the complexion like poteen me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So stick to the the best thing in nature
For your sorrows and raising your joys
For there's nothing whiskey to make maidens frisky
It separates all the men from the boys.