Luyện nghe bài hát The Humours Of Whiskey

Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting capers
curing the vapors the scratch and the gout
With medical potions, their serums and their lotions
Upholding their notions, 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 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 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 pathetic can give a bloom
As the sweet by the powers in the of flowers
gave their own bowers such a darling perfume
And this liquid so if you willingly share
To be taking hair when it's frizzled and dead
Oh the sod has the merit to the true spirit
So it will shake all the hairs from your head

stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and your joys
Oh since its perfection, no doctor's
Can cleanse the complexion 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 bottle fell into my
I and capered clean out of her lap

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

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

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

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

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

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

What'll make the lame walk, what make the dumb talk,
The elixir of life and stone
And helped Mr. Brunnell to build the Thames Tunnel
it poteen from ould Inisowen

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

You maidens pathetic, with lovers
For liquid cosmetic, you can't beat the
With a glow to your cheek, it will make your leap
It'll quiet a stallion or an old cob
At the mouth you would drool, be reduced to a
You'd kick up your and you'd peel to the buff
'tis he'd be pathetic while you'd be athletic
If only you'd 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 whiskey to make maidens frisky
It separates all the men from the boys.