Luyện nghe bài hát The Humours Of Whiskey

Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their
curing the vapors the scratch and the gout
With their potions, their serums and their lotions
their notions, they're mighty put out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

So stick to the cratur' the best in nature
For your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh how they'd chuckle if babes in their truckle
only could suckle on poteen 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 could gulp 'til with combined

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

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

Come guess me this riddle, what pipes and fiddle
What's hotter than and milder than cream
What wets your whistle, what's clearer than crystal
What's sweeter than honey and stronger than

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

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

You maidens pathetic, with lovers
For cosmetic, you can't beat the drop
With a to your 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 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 the best thing in nature
For sinking your and raising your joys
For nothing like whiskey to make maidens frisky
It soon all the men from the boys.