Luyện nghe bài hát The Humours Of Whiskey

Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their
About curing the the scratch and the gout
With their potions, their serums and their lotions
their notions, they're 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
With mouth to the brink of a jug of poteen

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

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

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

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

On the floor I lay crawlin' and screaming and
'Til me mother and father were called to the
All sobbing and sighing feared I was dying
But soon found I only was 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 truckle
They only suckle on poteen me boys

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

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

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

guess me this riddle, what beats pipes and fiddle
What's than mustard and milder than cream
best wets your whistle, what's clearer than crystal
What's sweeter than and stronger than 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 build the Thames
Wasn't it poteen from ould

So stick to the cratur' the best thing in
For sinking your sorrows and raising your
Oh lord, it's no wonder, if lightning and
Weren't made from the plunder of 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 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 peel to the
Then 'tis he'd be 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 raising joys
For there's nothing like whiskey to make maidens
It soon separates all the men the boys.