Luyện nghe bài hát The Humours Of Whiskey

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

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

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

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

Then stick to the the best thing in nature
For sinking sorrows and raising your joys
Oh since its perfection, no direction
Can cleanse the complexion like poteen me

a child in me cradle, me nurse with her ladle
Was filling my mouth a notion 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 and bawling
me mother 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 sorrows and raising your joys
Oh lord how chuckle if babes in their truckle
They only could on poteen me boys

Through my youthful aggression, through times of
My childhood's impression still to my mind
And at or at college the basis of knowledge
I never could gulp 'til with 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 the best thing in nature
For sinking sorrows and raising your joys
Oh lord, the right thing for courting and fighting
nowt so exciting as poteen me boys.

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

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

So stick to the cratur' the best thing in
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 athletic
For liquid cosmetic, you beat the drop
With a glow to your cheek, it will make your leap
quiet a stallion or cure an old cob
At the mouth you would drool, be reduced to a
You'd kick up heels and you'd peel to the buff
Then 'tis he'd be pathetic while be athletic
If you'd take a few drops of the stuff

So stick to the cratur' the best in nature
For your sorrows and raising your joys
For there's nothing like whiskey to maidens frisky
It soon all the men from the boys.