Luyện nghe bài hát The Humours Of Whiskey

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

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

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

No liquid to lovers athletic
Or bodies pathetic can give a bloom
As the sweet by the powers in the garden of
Ever their own bowers such a darling perfume
And liquid so rare if you willingly share
To be taking hair when it's frizzled 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 its perfection, no doctor's direction
Can cleanse the complexion like me boys

While a child in me cradle, me nurse her ladle
Was filling my mouth 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 and bawling
'Til me and father were called to the fore
All sobbing and sighing they I was dying
But soon I only was crying for more.

So stick to the cratur' the best in nature
For sinking your and raising your joys
Oh lord how chuckle if babes in their truckle
They only could suckle on me boys

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 gulp 'til with whiskey combined

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

So stick to the cratur' the thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and 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 than mustard and milder than
What best wets whistle, what's clearer than crystal
What's sweeter than honey and stronger steam

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

So stick to the cratur' the best in nature
For sinking sorrows and raising 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 make your heart
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 take a few drops of the stuff

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