Luyện nghe bài hát The Humours Of Whiskey

Let your quacks and be cutting their capers
About the vapors the scratch and the gout
With medical potions, their serums and their lotions
Upholding their notions, mighty put out.

Who can the true physic to all that's pathetic
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 the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and your joys
Oh what botheration, no dose in the
Can consolation like poteen me boys.

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

stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising joys
Oh since its perfection, no doctor's
Can cleanse the like 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 and capered clean out of her lap

On the floor I lay crawlin' and and bawling
'Til me mother and father were called to the
All sobbing and sighing they 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 babes in their
only could suckle on poteen me boys

Through my youthful aggression, times of depression
My impression still clung to my mind
And at or at college the basis 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 the best thing in nature
For your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh lord, 'tis the thing for courting and fighting
There's nowt so exciting as me boys.

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

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

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

You maidens pathetic, lovers athletic
For cosmetic, you can't beat the drop
With a glow to your cheek, it will your heart leap
It'll quiet a or cure an old cob
At the mouth you drool, be reduced to a fool
You'd kick up your heels and peel to the buff
Then 'tis 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 sinking your sorrows and raising your
For there's nothing like whiskey to make maidens
It soon all the men from the boys.