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 medical 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
You'll 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 sinking sorrows and raising your joys
Oh what botheration, no in the nation
Can give like poteen me boys.

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

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 and capered clean out of her lap

On the floor I lay crawlin' and and bawling
'Til me mother and father were to the fore
All sobbing and they feared I was dying
But found I only was crying for more.

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

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

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
Itself is the only true divine

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

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

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

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

You maidens pathetic, lovers athletic
For liquid cosmetic, you can't beat the
a glow to your cheek, it will make your heart leap
It'll a stallion or cure an old cob
At the mouth you 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 you'd a few drops of the stuff

So stick to the cratur' the best thing in
For sinking your and raising your joys
For there's nothing like to make maidens frisky
It soon separates all the men the boys.