Luyện nghe bài hát The Humours Of Whiskey

Let your quacks and be cutting their capers
About curing the the scratch and the gout
With their medical potions, their serums and lotions
Upholding their notions, 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
your mouth to the brink of a jug of poteen

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

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

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

While a child in me cradle, me nurse her ladle
Was filling my mouth with a of pap
When a drop her bottle fell into my throttle
I stumbled and capered 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 sighing they feared I was
But soon found I was crying for more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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